"I'm distracting you with my incredibly charming glasses, you mean."
He corrected, grabbing the spoon away from her and tapping her on the head with it. He wasn't going to hurt her, of course, but it was okay to threaten, right? He made up for it by sitting on the counter and smiling at her disarmingly, in what he thought was a very dashing manner indeed. He liked her like this, all domestic, but it wasn't exactly normal and he was weirded out by it a little. He was happy to hop down from the counter and mixing the salad. He was rather good at that sort of thing from home.
"Yes, dear."
He smirked, leaning over and kissing her forehead because he wanted to make her feel strange now. Well he thought that would work.
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