"That's stupid. What's wrong with calling me when you need me?" With dinner pretty much ready, he puts the apron away and the hair tie into one of its pockets. Groaning, he takes note of the slight curl to his hair. That's what you get for tying it up when it's still wet.

"This slave thing got some strange etiquette." He's dealt with other assholes before, so he just shrugs, effectively dropping the argument. "Will try not to yawn too much."