"Mmm, that's why you're so comfy." Brend ran his calloused palms over Maison's shoulders, pawing and kneading like a particularly contented kitten. "I could take it on my hands, probably. I can hold a sizzle pan for about a minute, and those run however hot the oven is. Steak's about three-fifty, so yeah. Side perk of being a chef, I guess, if you're ever going to bleed out, I'll save you." He kissed Maison's neck lovingly.