His blind eyes narrowed and crossed in the direction of her voice as she walked toward him. His fangs showed and he snarled at her comment. Turning on his heel he spot very straight laced about his cooking. "I may have to let you take care of me, and I may be loosing bit of myself I would never have hoped to have lost ... but I will not give up A my pack or B my cooking for anything. Now I suggest you stop giving me a hard time about these damn injuries and let me start feeling like I am healing on the inside as well.." His teeth gritted together as his jaw shut and grinded some. His thoughts focusing on his sister and his failure to bring her home in time.<br/><br/>The more he thought about the situation the more he acted on his own. First his hands selected a drawer opposite the side she was walking on and drew out a knife sharpener. Carefully he used it to file his claws then a large steak knife with perfection even while blind. Grumbling as he went about this he pulled out several steaks and sliced them into large portions. Slowly as he worked through this his anger toward himself disapated and his hands began to loose their skill.<br/><br/>Drawing in a deep breath once he felt her close by he sighed softly and laid his knife to the side missing the sink so it sat on a stove eye awkwardly. His hands fiddled with various sauces he had pulled out clutching one such bottle he frowned putting it back down. His lip became a new chew toy as he fidgeted with the sauces and dry rubs he had previously been mixing dumping the entire bowl on the floor. Slowly he knelt down and moved his hands about the floor smearing the mess all over the place as he attempted to clean what he couldn't see. After a few moments he wiped his arm across his brow and covered his face in some of the homemade steak sauce he had worked on.<br/><br/>Looking around he stopped trying to be strong and began a bit pathetic sliding his hands over the counter in search of his rag. Eventually finding his apron he used it to wipe the wrong sections of the floor. Though he felt he had done a good job,, "Sorry.. for that display" he muttered standing back up not noticing the now even larger mess on the ground. He washed his hands with lotion and began to reach for the raw meat in efforts to prepare it to be cooked.