It was quite the usual occurrence for someone dealing with Yugi to lose themselves between awestricken and disturbed. When Ai shared the opinion of so many before, he paid it no mind at all. It was much more imperative for Yugi to to busy his mouth against her neck, and his hands under her skirt. Well... that was at least the case until Tae entered the room. He thought everything she had to say was handled, but there was more information still. Upstairs, where one could easily assume the bedrooms were, was organized by gender. Yugi supposed the harems were fully separated. The Players' room was made more obvious by a much larger double-door, and... one of two Assassins, surely Amamiya Ren, had been encountered after her arrival. "Huh. I guess we each get a wing for our Bondmates then. That's good to know. Oh, and I haven't done it yet because they're busy, but the Shadows will be tilling a garden whenever they're done making tables and shit," he shared as Tae went looking for Miko. "She's in the kitchen," he informed. With that, his attention was returned to Ai ─ mostly what he assumed was the most sensitive part of her neck: the upper left side, not far from the ear. That, too, was an observation/assumption he remembered making when they first met. "More questions?"
Igris, much like all Shadow Soldiers, wished to be useful to the Shadow Monarchs. There was silent satisfaction radiating from the knight when Miko took the eggplant he suggested. That feeling persisted when another request was made of him. Crushing herbs and spices was something he could do easily, but Igris's bread and butter was cutting. Miko gave very specific instructions for what he should do with those vegetables. Igris could not speak, and he did not nod. No... he acted. A pair of daggers were pulled from his backside, where a belt would have been. The root-end of each vegetable was sliced and moved aside with machine-like precision. Igris's daggers moved like the wings of a hummingbird, turning sideways after julienning all parts. His next series of slices did not perform a brunoise, nor did they mince. What he offered instead was the uniformity of the former, but the ultra-fine nature of the latter... with a pair of combat daggers. Igris would have continued chopping them down into powder with those blades, if only his blades could manage even smaller pieces... but Miko did want them chopped. As such, the knight produced three piles of ultra-fine cubes, all perfectly squared and uniform in size. He stood back afterwards just to kneel.
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