I even found an unlabeled cleaning solution and distributed it across the bathroom floor after letting the towels disappear.
Then I conjured up the mop, and Henry helped by just putting his weight on me, steadying my balance or something—in other words, he didn't help at all.
"Want a mop since you caused all this chaos?"
"Sure. Can I stay like this while cleaning up?" he asked, his hands exploring under my shirt.
I sighed.
"You are awfully comfortable in your role as a helpless puppy, aren't you?"
"Mhm, I can't tell you how wonderful this is." He laughed joyfully before letting go and taking the mop from my hands.
I conjured up another, and with water and this ominous cleaning solution, we ended up in a sea of bubbles and foam to tackle next.
"Fuck. Can you acidify the foam?" I asked before noticing myself how damn lazy I had become with our, but mostly Henry's, ability.
