"Mm, I'm a very simple creature," he agreed, grinning against her skin. What? He was male. How were those things not completely linked with his general maleness? They were like the very essences necessary for his being.
Mirza made a little sound at her dislodging movement - not one of disappointment since he was still very close to her body but of another nature. Really, she was just mean to him. "Oh no, I'm a miserable failure when it comes to cooking," Mirza admitted, voice perhaps a little huskier than usual which was hard to manage when he spoke in a whispery sort of way anyhow. "I'm like a cat. I have to be underfoot," Mirza grinned, lifting a hand to move her gorgeous hair just slightly out of the way so he could kiss the back of her neck. He was not one to give up.