You giggle as you step back, admiring your handy work of Nata with a bright pink apron tied around his waist. His expression nothing short of unimpressed and sulky, pouting like a child over what he described as "ridiculous."

"Is this really necessary?" He mumbles out, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyes the frilly cloth.

He deadpans as he hears you let out another small laugh at his clear opposition to the apron. Not that you could see that though, your back was now towards him, grabbing the ingredients needed for today's dinner. You hand him the brownie mixture and every other item he would need to prepare it.

The kitchen falls into a comfortable silence as you both work on your own thing, that is until he speaks up.

"You know I'm only helping you because I'm obligated to, right? If it weren't for this damn collar around my neck, I wouldn't be here." He mutters, mixing the brownie mix in the bowl with a whisk. He could only hope you believed his lie, truth be told, he loved helping you and doing whatever it is you asked without so much as a second thought. But he couldn't just tell you that, no, his pride wouldn't allow him to do so.

You knew better though, you knew him like the back of your hand at this point. Said collar was nowhere in sight, lost and forgotten, collecting dust in some random corner of your apartment as you speak.