His reward was a brilliant grin as she accepted the jar. "Of course I am," Kami agreed without shame or hesitation. "I just like the help and, well..." She gave a little shrug before delivering a teasing hip bump and stepping away long enough to pour the sauce over the chicken and peppers, turning the flame down to simmer. Then she set the jar down and returned to his side. Taking his hand again, she led him over to one of the stools at the kitchen's eat-in bar and pulled it out for him.
"I don't know, really," she admitted with a giggle. Blessedly, it seems she was going to let his confusion and admission go gracefully. "Here. Sit." Her fingertips pressed gently at his bare chest. "Make yourself comfortable and I'll get the wine out and finish up here." Spinning away, Kami headed for her refrigerator again. "Weird as it is, I kind of like being watched in here."