Having the ability to remain perfectly still and silent for hours on end was something the Space Marine had acquired over the years with the UAC. During deployment making no noise at all was sometimes the difference between success and death, so Grimm had taken his lessons to heart. Earnestly John had always been a bit more introverted too, and even in his off hours Reaper could go days without uttering a word to another living soul. For him the silence was comforting, and comfortable too.
It wasn't hard to spot just how uncomfortable it was for her to still. How out of place she looked while trying hard to simply do nothing at all. When she had had enough, and finally spoke up at last, Reaper merely raised a brow ever so slightly as he listened to her questions. However instead of chiming in at all the Marine merely turned the heat down on the stove top to avoid burning the fish, so he could step away from it for a moment.
A second later Grimm was already moving; setting down the spatula, turning to face the Doc, and suddenly leaning in to kiss her once more. This time around his strong hands moved down and lifted the blonde up, wrapping her legs around his waist even as that kiss grew more intense. With a slight turn John moved them both to the kitchen counter beside the stove; setting her down to sit there atop it, and with a grin the Space Marine's mouth finally parted from her own. With her there beside him, sitting on the counter, Grimm returned his focus to the stove top once more. Retrieving the spatula and checking on the fish...but that left hand of his came to rest on her leg above the knee. Nails lightly raking up and down along the fabric of her pants. Teasing her inner thigh with his touch, and letting those digits move up and down all the while. Each time slowly inching higher and higher up, and not stopping even as the man spoke up at last. "I'm sure I don't need help right now, but you could tell me about your day, Doc."