That the Beast is DISGUSTING and INAPPROPRIATE.
I walk thru our bedroom on the way out of the bathroom minding my own business, he turns from his computer chair where he is intently playing with his computer club friends and says "Honey" (he sounds concerned).
Me: what's up?
Beast: You might want to sleep on the couch tonight.
Me (really concerned): Why?
Beast: laughter as he fans himself.
Apparently the yummy dinner made by my mother this evening is making a gaseous comeback. I guess he didn't think I could live without that handy bit of knowledge.