"It only gets bad when we leave the apartment," Daniel muttered under his breath, stalking around and kicking pillows and stray items out of his way. The kitten had obviously found cover elsewhere, though there were pink stuffed mice and other cat toys that joined the flying debris. "The women just want to sit somewhere and cluck about the state of things, and then try to coordinate my life." He flashed a sharp, sardonic look at Vlad. "...our lives."
When he pointed out that Daniel still needed socks, he straightened up from where he'd been looking underneath the couch and gave Vlad a thundercloud of a look. "What exactly do you think I'm doing?"