Are you saying I don’t properly appreciate you?

[ He arches an eyebrow as he delivers that comeback, and then pauses as if to consider that in more detail. ]

No. Nevermind. That’s not an accurate comparison. I have definitely…

[ Yeah, he’s gonna lean in and steal a kiss from Claude’s lips instead of finishing that very leading sentence.

Pulling back, he’s still giving him an impish grin with eyes full of mischief, even as he relinquishes the tea. ]

I’m sure you cooking anything would be a surprise, including whether I’d like it or not. Or if it’s edible. Or won’t kill me within twenty-four hours. Or-

[ Claude, you might want to stop him before he really gets on a roll disparaging your kitchen skills. ]