"What d'you say?"

"I want to cuddles," your husband, Phil, whined, hugging you under the blanket.

You picked up your phone and started recording him without his knowledge, aiming it at his face buried in your chest. Slowly, you pulled the blanket away from his face.

"You what?"

"I want to—"

Phil looked up and realized you were recording him. He immediately sat up, trying to appear cold and authoritative, pretending to be indifferent.

"I watch TV," he said, clearing his throat in a deep voice to cover his embarrassment.