Re: ooc: makes me wanna shoot myself lethally...
Saint cocked a brow loving the husky tone her voice had taken at kissing him so hard he was sure he'd stopped breathing. The idea of having her in the kitchen wasn't as discouraging as she thought, in fact it was tempting, "It's not something I'd object too," he spoke with a raised brow. "My woman in the kitchen, my wman on the kitchen counter underneath me whilst cooking my breakfast," he let his head fall back a little, "This doesn't ring any alarm bells to me love," he ducked her swatting hands.
Turning away and reluctantly sitting down on a chair near the rickety looking but actually sturdy table he felt at a loss for a paper. Watching her continue he posed his first real question of the day "Just what are you doing up so early? Darting around delivering leathered goods before 1pm?"