He stiffened, in more ways than one. "You're going to make me cut myself," he said, his voice low and gravelly. He glanced over at Kaidan as he set down the knife again. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him against him, leaning in for a tender kiss. "Now, fall in line, soldier," he said softly. "You can either stand back and let me cook, or give up on this and join me in my cabin." He wasn't going to let this continue until he embarrassed himself in a public arena.