You get under his damn skin, but not in the same way that the shitty cook does. It’s different with you. The way you challenge him, you tease him, your sparring sessions, your constant lingering touches. It drives him nuts, and for some unknown reason when you scold him about something he can’t help but think about how cute you look when you are yelling at him. Which makes you even more fired up as your voice snapped him back into reality.

“Hm? What did you say? Can’t hear you from down there.” He smirks knowing damn well he’s pressing your buttons. He can’t help it, besides he knows you like it to. Or else you wouldn’t still be standing here.