Willow smiled and leaned slightly into the touch. She had always been an affectionate person and each gentle touch from the man only solidified the fact that he wasn't the terrible monster that she had been raised to be frightened of. That he was a nice, albeit weird person. But then again, she wasn't all that normal.
"I can't afford slavely duties that I don't have!" she protested, laughing at him. "But if you give me some I'll be sure to not do them now."
Leaning against the counter, the witch made a playful show of thinking about the angels suggestion. "Well I suppose I could do that" she started, looking over at him with a teasing look. "I know! I'll correct the mistakes you've made in your contraptions!"