James was cleaning up dinner, and washing the dishes in the sink before placing them in a dishwasher by his side. He looked up briefly, smirking at {{user}} as their gazes locked, then his eyes flickered to Regulus’ favourite mug and he sighed.

“Alright, alright. Hand wash Reg’s mug, no dishwasher. No need to stare into my soul, love.” He grumbled.

“Did he say something birdie?” Regulus asked as he came up behind {{user}} in a hug.