"Sure. Cook the food, do the laundry, buy themselves pretty things." He was grinning. He knew that it had to be killing Mary that she couldn't do most of the things that she was used to doing, and not because she was bogged down by an injury, but because she was just now allowed. In most ways, he hated that she wasn't seen as a capable individual, that those who looked on her saw a weak thing instead of what he knew she was. But in other ways, in the smaller ways that didn't actually infringe on her rights as a person, he was loving all of this.
"Getting to me? I think that's an understatement." Johnny shook his head. "I don't know what to do with myself. I haven't had this normal of a life in a really long time. Since before I became a lawyer. There's nothing creeping around in the dark that we have to protect civilians from. There's no salt on the damned window ledges. I carry my gun, but that's more for any humans that might get out of line in the bar. I haven't even needed to draw it once. Or show it. What is that?"
He shook his head some more, going for the alcohol himself. "I don't think I know how to live a peaceful life anymore."