Relief is only the half of it

I was up a ladder, painting yesterday afternoon.

From somewhere behind me, Steve called out to ask (completely unframed by any context, for not a word had been spoken for some time while I had been happily painting all by myself) -

"What would you suggest for getting into your chocolate house? Should I just put a fist through it?"

Without turning around, I advised him, "You'd better be standing there holding that chocolate and candy house I got for Christmas, or else... I'll be very scared."

I think he nearly dropped said house laughing at his highlighted faux pas.

Sorry for the smuttiness, people. But it was bloody funny.