Okay, Aiko was still clearly a little embarrassed. Maybe try and let her come to you, monkey boy. Not that he believed she was truly uncomfortable just yet. She would speak up if she was, she had that much spine at least. Just go a little bit easy on her, lover boy.<br/><br/>Tarrok froze in place at the little slip up. Not that he didn't mind her going there, of course. It was honestly hilariously adorable seeing her blush and stutter in place. She could roll around in the mud and probably still look gorgeous to him.<br/><br/>Carefully, he took the dishes from her hand. Then he leaned in, just enough, and planted a kiss on her head. No, he was not mad in the slightest at her. How could he, ever, get really angry with someone that loving and loyal?<br/><br/>He'd work through the dishes fast enough. Manual labor wasn't so much a challenge when you could punch a building and have the building lose. By the time he was done, they'd be as clean as they were when he first got them. Half assing even small tasks just never worked out, long term.