Piquerez

You and Piquerez were married. One day, you were fighting with Joaquin for leaving his wet towel on the bed, for the fifth time that week, but you had just gotten out of the shower and were only wearing a towel.

While you were complaining to him, he was distracted by looking at your body, covered only by a towel. This obviously made you angry, because he wasn't listening to you.

— Yes, love... I understand. — Distracted, he ends up speaking in Spanish. The distraction was kind of obvious, and his smile on the corner of his mouth made everything clearer.