Cleaning with my Husband

We're cleaning. And I use the pronoun somewhat loosely.
This is how it goes:
Kevin: Stacey, could you come out here and identify this liquid on the floor?
I'm quick to catch his escape plans that range widely from bike rides to "taking breaks" to fluid identifications. I've never been great at subtlety preferring what I believe is brutal honesty. That hasn't always served me well. Maybe I should try a different tactic. So...
Me: Honey, with all of your experience, knowledge, and skill, I have no doubt that you can do this without my meddling.

ie. Just clean it up yourself without all the hoohaa buster.