"I can cook," he spits out, a bit too fast. That sounds easy enough, with one job out of those Jade mentioned that he can already do well. He knows nothing about gardening, but that can't be too hard and working all day would definitely keep his mind off darker thoughts. "I'm not very entertaining, though. I think you already knew that."

It's the only part that makes him suspicious. How exactly is he supposed to entertain anyone? Maybe Jade's friends like to be glared at? No, that seems plenty unlikely. Any other ideas Shinjirou got about this entertainment he's supposed to provide send shivers down his spine and they're not of the pleasant kind. It doesn't help that there's too many pairs of eyes staring at him in the meantime.

With his hands restrained behind his back, he can't protect himself from their leery glances. Keeping his own eyes firmly set on Jade helps, thankfully. "So what am I supposed to do for your guests? Can't dance or sing, you know."