Saiyans all typically had one major drawback to them. As a warrior race with an impossible to satisfy desire for physical improvement, they burned a lot of energy. Your typical saiyan ate at least twice as much as any human, having to fuel even more physical demands on top of throwing around lasers and so on. Tarrok was no exception to this rule, not by a long shot.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Go right on ahead, yeah."</span>Tarrok tried shaking himself out of his stupor. What just made him stare like that for a solid five seconds? Not like he hadn't seen that before, or just a few hours ago. Was this what the normals kept calling infatuation? At the very least, it was a very nice rump, slim and dainty.<br/><br/>Living together this long, he was familiar with her habits. She never ate as much, even by standards of normal humans. Tarrok wondered if it was because she just didn't have the energy need, or her creation had given her a more efficient metabolism. He didn't have to worry too much, if she was hungry, she'd do something about it. Maybe filch some of his, not like he didn't have anything to spare.<br/><br/>Cooking like this was one of her smaller, deliberate acts of affection. Before, he'd chalked it up to a master-servent complex or something more innocent. Right now, he had a wider perspective on Aiko's mannerisms. Taking care not to interrupt something, he came over and slipped his arms around her. Gave her a snug squeeze, his body against hers. Words were never his strong point, but he could show her just as well.<br/><br/>Sadly, he'd have to break away eventually. His food was cooling, and hers might burn if he let himself go on as long as either wanted. He'd just have to console himself with these bloody slabs of meat in front of him. Wouldn't stop him from staring at her rump the entire time.