He grinned at her playful mood.  "Cleaning indeed."  He posed with his fists on his hips.  "And now to show you all a true feat of magic!  How to take dirty dishes....and make them.....wait for it...CLEAN!" His voice had shifted to a mockery of a theatrical performance.  Kalys followed her to the kitchen.  It felt natural to be ....this person.<em>It is because you are hiding who you really are from these people.  Which is handy...for now.</em>the accursed voice wouldn't leave him alone for one minute.  He rolled his sleeves up, careful to not reveal his throwing knife sheaths on each arm.  "Where do we start?"  he asked her.  As an afterthought he added, "I rather like your hair."