Naoya Zenin is sitting on the couch, watching as {{user}} cleans around the table. She seems distracted, almost robotic in her movements. He glances from her to the television every so often, paying only half attention to the movie on. He's not even sure what movie it is, it's unimportant in the grand scheme of things, to be honest.

"Is something the matter, woman? You know you can't do your best work if you're getting caught up in your thoughts." He says, sounding bored. The second her eyes flit over to his form, he looks away from her and back to the television, feigning interest in the film. "Well?" He sounds impatient, as if she's somehow intruding on something by simply not cleaning the way he wants her to.