This idea bore from an old Wolverine/Jubilee humor fic I'd read some years ago

Priss sat down in an easy chair perpendicular to the other easy chair in the den glaring at her subject as if she was going to either interrogate or beat the shit out of, which for Priss there was little difference. Her wife, Courtney, was upstairs helping Rachel get ready for her date.

The subject, Jason, was a 16 year old high schooler who asked Rachel out on a date. "So, you're Rachel's date, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," He nervously replied

"Okay, I want to set some ground rules. You ain't got any objections?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, would you like a beer?" Priss grinned as she offered the kid a beer.

"I'm not old enough to drink."

"Aw," Priss here grin getting a little sharper, "I won't tell."

"Really, Mrs. Asagiri, I don't drink."

"Good for you, kid, mind if I drink?"

Jason looked around the room, many of the decorations were from the Asagiris' time in the service including one of the brown-haired, red eyed woman he was facing, in the picture she was in some kind full body armor and holding a bazooka. "Is that you in the picture?"

"Yep, in powered combat armor and carrying a hyper bazooka. I think I still have my M-4. Anyway," Priss quipped as she popped open her beer, "You will have Rachel home no later than midnight. If you are so much as a minute late, I will find you and kill you."

"Ma'am, don't you think that's rather harsh?"

Priss cocked an eyebrow as she continued to drink her beer. "Did I say I was finished?"

"No, ma'am," He relented as Priss continued.

"Okay, second, you will be a perfect gentleman to my little girl. You will pay for everything, open doors you will take her anywhere she wants to go… do I need to tell you what will happen if you don't?"

"No, ma'am," by now Jason was sweating bullets as he was being treated like hostile enemy than Rachel's boyfriend.

"I didn't think so. Now, this is the most important part," Priss said as she sat next to Jason putting an arm around him, tightly gripping his shoulder, "You will make no effort whatsoever to make out my darlin' little girl. If I hear so much as whisper that you treated her no more than a cheap score or anything improper. I will find you and I will…"

"Kill me?"

"No," Priss said, "I will be extremely unhappy. First I'll CASTRATE ya, THEN I'll kill you."

"Oh." As his hand instinctively covered his crotch, realizing that Mrs. Asagiri wasn't kidding.

"Now, what did we learn from our little talk," Priss said in a brighter tone.

"If I do anything improper to Rachel, you will find me and kill me?"

"Right. Now, are you ready to go on your date?"

"No, I don't feel so good. I'd better go home."

"Sure, kid, I'll tell Rachel for ya."

Minutes later, Rachel came down, with Courtney following behind her giving her some last minute dating advice, dressed for her date. "I'm ready! Hey, Mom, where's my date?"

"Well," Priss shrugged as she continued reading a music magazine, "I gave him some advice on how to treat you and get you home on time. Well, he took off…"

"Figures." She stormed back up to her room.

Courtney waited until Rachel was out of earshot before turning to her lover. Crossing her arms across her chest as she glared at Priss. "Priscilla, did you have something to do in chasing away Rachel's date?"

"All I did was give him some friendly advice. Nothing more."

"Would this 'friendly advice' involve bodily harm, firearms, drone strikes or a CIA snatch-n-grab?"

"Who, me Courtney?"

"Yes, you; I met her date and he asked for my permission to take Rachel out. He was a very nice boy!" Courtney sighed as placed the heel of her palm against her face. "I'm going to talk to Rachel. YOU are going to apologize to her!" Courtney ordered as she started for the stairs before stopping and turning to her lover. "By the way, you're spending the next month on the couch!"

"Can we get a more comfortable couch then?"

Courtney only gave off an angry growl as she headed upstairs.

Fuck, this must be a record both my wife and daughter are gonna be pissed at me.