In my silly little world, there are three standards of goodness in men: There are good men, there are great men, and there is Lloyd.
A good man will notice that the sink is getting a bit dish-heavy, and will do a bit of washing-up.
A great man will notice the sink is getting a bit dish-heavy, also notice that you are doing a bit of puttering around in the kitchen and baking cakes and whatnot, ask "will I be in your way if I do some dishes?", and do some washing-up.
Lloyd will notice that the sink is get dish-heavy, also notice that I am doing a bit of puttering around in the kitchen and baking cakes and whatnot, ask "will I be in your way if I do some dishes?", do some washing-up, return to the living room and announce in a matter-of-fact, not-at-all-self-congratulatory tone of voice: "Well, I have maintained my dominion over the sink. I have not achieved complete dominance over the sink, but I have maintained my dominion", and then put on the new New Pornographers album for our listening pleasure.
I'm still asking myself what I did in a past life to get him in this one, because I surely never did anything in this life to warrant such a prize.
(Lloyd, if you're reading this, I can already tell what you're thinking. Just take the compliment, already, and please get that look off your face before it freezes that way.)