I dated the daughter of a Homicide Police Officer who was a former Green Beret and MACV-SOG.
Our fist date he had every gun he owned on the kitchen table and he was 'cleaning' them when I showed up.
He was cleaning his .45 service pistol and had the slide off.
Pointing the gun right at me he said, "Son, have you ever looked down the barrel of a .45 before?"
Immediately followed with, " So what time are you bringing my little girl home tonight?"
Her curfew was at 11pm.
I said 10pm.
He was happy.
(if he knew what happened in those 3-ish hours I woulda been shout of course...)