Wriothesley hummed as he pushed the scrambled eggs around the pan with his spatula, shifting his hips in time with the music on the radio, his 'kiss the cook' apron swaying from side to side as he did

you watched from the doorway, moving to stand behind him and placed your hands on his hips and down to his thighs, squeezing them in your hands as he jumped

"Oy! You little.."

he said playfully, rolling his eyes good naturedly