Holding up his hands in play-defense, he said laughingly, "No need to get medieval on my ass. Nah, I know the difference, and I don't know... working for the Ministry has made me more aware of political correctness." Standing himself and circling into the room just beyond the kitchen, he watched her work over the kitchen island. "Can I give you a hand with anything? I cut well- though you seem rather attached to your blade."