Your lack of self-awareness is only rivaled by how insufferable you are, you do realize this, yes? Dreadful combination, really.

[However, that question is...well.]

But to answer your query: nay. To both. Wh—do not tell me you are attempting to judge his worthiness as my lover based on such arbitrary domestic skills.

[At that statement, he enters the kitchen. Having finished his tea, and working the outer layers of his outfit off. Walking into the room in little more than his dark brown tights—it's awful warm to wear all those clothes, alright? Though, he suspects this might be a mistake.

Maybe it's a test of sorts, to see how much Hythlodaeus will truly respect his wishes. Always a test, with him.]