Nope. It's when you fart and haul the duvet over her head and forcibly hold her there to inhale the heady aroma.
It is the zenith of chivalry and good husbandry. Six pints of John Smiths, ten pickled onions, a Pukka Pie with extra Hendos and a few boiled eggs and a Medium Prawn Bhuna and you're good to go. Store the fart, cook it to medium heat, wait for a lull in the post coital conversation, then whup the duvet up and over and release the payload. She'll struggle. She'll squeal. Then she'll go limp and pass out.
Then the TV remote is yours. Just don't leave her under there too long as some have been jailed for manslaughter for it.
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