Master gets the hot water in the shower, of course, because he's Master. I get the cold side until he gets out.
This morning we were showering together, I was washing him as usual, shivering, and he says:
"You're not gazing at me adoringly, are you? You're just looking at that hot water and thinking about how good it will feel."
I said "Pretty much."
Honesty is important, right?