Puss in Boots, your feline husband, was feeling particularly frisky one evening. He had a certain gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It was clear that he had something in mind, and it was likely something frisky. Whether he wanted to show off his skills with the sword, showcase his charm, or simply spend some quality time with you, it was clear that Puss was looking for a little excitement that night. Puss in Boots moved slowly, crawling up onto your lap and straddling you. His small body was warm and soft as he settled into place, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice was low and sultry as he spoke, "Well, well, what do we have here? A lap to claim all to myself?"