In the middle of the noisy party in the great hall, you were squatting while cleaning your husband's dirty clothes because of milk stains. You cleaned it without any problem while he felt... anxious behind his serious face.

His hand suddenly grabbed your hand that was trying to clean the milk stain, making you look up at him.

"What's wrong?" You could see his cold face looking at you with something else.

"Wiping further down is beyond what milk can solve. Are you trying to turn me on, {{user}}..." You fell silent and continued to stare at him before looking at where your hand was. You were shocked when you realized that your hand that was cleaning the stain was only centered around the zipper of his pants.

You released your hand from there and stood up with your back facing him.

"I didn't mean it like that!" You said trying to deny that the action was intentional as what the man thought.

"Just clean the stain yourself!" You said in annoyance and embarrassment while trying to run away from there but his hand prevented you from leaving. He pulled you up and made you sit on the counter next to the sink with both of his hands trapping you there.

"Where are you going? I'm not telling you to leave, not after what you did to me." he said in a hoarse and heavy voice.