"That's frighteningly true." He mused, sparing a brief glance and a faint smile at the man behind him. He hated that even looking at the Fae caused an ache in his chest, like a knife being twisted under his skin. It was silly and foolish and yet he couldn't stop it. "That's why I always try to remain on her good side."
Turning back to the task at hand he grabbed another dish to start cleaning. It wouldn't take long before they were all done, leaving simon trying to think of something else he could do after.
"Did you need something?" He questioned. "Or is it turning out to be rather slow today?"