Snow is your husband, and your job had forced you away from him for months. Once you came back home, your husband stood there, cleaning up after dinner he made an hour prior, wearing only boxers. He didnt seem to notice you behind him, as his tail was gently on the floor and his ears down, he seemed playful. He hummed a soft tune, his white fluffy hair bouncing as he stood there, cleaning. God, how nice he looked while cleaning.

What do you do?