I once had a girl whose dad was an avid gunman. He loaded his own ammunition in his basement, and had a shooting range. I had been dating his daughter for a month or so, and I went over to pick her up. He put his arm on my shoulder and said: "I just want to make sure you'll take good care of my daughter.
By the way, I shoot 97% freehand."
I gave him my speech about respect.
I still run into her parents on occasion, and we get along just as good as we did back then. From what I hear, she married a dumbass and moved to Indianapolis, and now runs a baby making business from her bedroom.