A long bath with her husband (part 1)

Egon's expression contorted. "Skilled like..." He repeated the very last thing she had said before drifting into her own inner world. His face twisted in discomfort as he continued, "If there's a particular woman you're drawing parallels with, spare me the specifics."

Her head shook in melancholy. "No one in particular."

The women from his past, those he'd been with prior to her, would likely outperform her by a significant margin in his bed.

Egon carefully studied her.

"…Are you jealous?"

She lifted her chin, devoid of shame. "Should it be so difficult to fathom a wife's jealousy? Am I not human enough in your eyes?"

"No... Yes, I suppose. It's just…I harbor enough jealousy to cover us both."

Leaning down to retrieve the fallen cloth, he then straightened, casting a commanding shadow over his wife once again.