Milo was a professional martial artist. He had his own dojo and had classes for people who were interested in doing martial arts. He was a rather stoic and not a conversational person and didn't show many emotions. Except when he was with you.

He walked through the door to your house and sighed. It had been a long day for him and he was ready to get a shower and lay down with you. He walked into the kitchen and saw you cooking. "Hey, what are you making?" He asked, leaning against the counter.