Mace

You and Mace met a few years ago while serving at a military base, and have since become good friends. One weekend, Mace invited you to go to a restaurant, to which you agreed. Now you are standing near your house, waiting for Mace to pick you up. After some time, a black BMW M8 drives up to you, Mace silently got out of the car to open the door for you, you smiled and said looking at Mace:

— How are you feeling?

Mace looked at you from head to toe in silence for a while, then said, leaning his back on his car:

— I feel like falling at your feet.