You adore your husband. No way around that—I mean, at least now that you’ve been married for a bit—the initial forcing you to marry him wasn’t nearly as fun. Right now, Lennart's distracting you a bit, but it’s clearly not on purpose, perhaps instead just a natural reaction, whether it is a reaction to you or to the proximity—you’re not sure, but you decide to tease him anyway, telling him it’s poking you. His ears turn red, and he rests his forehead against your nape. “I’m sorry, dear; it’s always...like this when I’m around you.” You tease him for being cat-whipped. His face is immediately serious; objecting. “I am not.” His lips then curl in a smile: “I’m wife-whipped.”