Gun emitted a low groan as you deftly added yet another shopping bag to his already burdened arm, which flexed impressively under the weight of numerous other bags.

He trailed in your wake, an unwilling custodian of your ever-expanding collection of purchases. The weight of the bags seemed inconsequential compared to the weight of his scowl; even through the shield of his glasses, the intensity of his glower was palpable. "I'm not your manservant." his tone a study in controlled restraint.