That's a headache- didn't know he will ever feel one being in ludicrous form like this one. One of the humans begun to make some progress in helping him cooking, but now was miserably failing. He couldn't tolerate it no more, not when they MANAGED to make bread smoke, evaporation mingled with his spirit and he, unexpectedly for himself and everything else in the room sneezed. That's when kitchen got dead quiet.

It took some time beating them up to death, not worth any second of it. Knight silently cursed himself for giving those prats ungrated opportunity they tend to mistreat, leaving reasons for his only wonder, all while cleaning off greased armor. He didn't even see sense to ask God anymore, instead sighing in dissapointment in what feels like thousandth time.