The man said...

I once met a man.

I was dating his daughter.

He said to me, "There are two things that I need to know about you: You treat my daughter well enough in her eyes that she wants to keep you around. And you treat my grandson as well or better. That is good enough for me. There is one thing you need to know about me: At a word from her, I'll kill you."

Then he went into a lengthy description of how he thought he could peel the skin from my subcutaneous fat and said fat from my muscle and, possibly, most of the muscle from the bone before I died.

Great guy. I admired him a bunch.