"I-I'm sorry. I guess it's been so long I've cooked for anyone that I got a little anxious." Vladimir replied, trembling his voice to make it sound in pain. He needed to be more careful. That's two things that almost went wrong.

Daemon nodded and smiled gently at Vladimir. "Here. I'll just finish this cooking then. You go nurse your hand." He felt like the man wasn't really telling the truth since the whole pot never seemed to burn him at all and he had to pour all the water out.

Vladimir nodded and walked out of the kitchen slowly. He let out a held in breath as he made his way up the stairs to one of the many bathrooms the castle had, each with its own first aid kit. He dressed his hand appropriately. Great, now he has to pretend his hand hurts every time he uses it. Good job, Vladimir. He prayed to his ancestors that Daemon didn't notice his hand wasn't even burnt. Lack of interaction with humans suddenly reminded him that he didn't have to pretend to be human for so long that he'd almost forgotten that humans actually felt pain. That whole low blood cell count thing, he got from a medical book.

Daemon sighed and looked at the man as he walked away. He looked at the pot and then the noodles before he replaced the noodles back in the pot. He began to add the spices in. He shook his head and didn't really know what to do with the man. "What do I do.. DO i put the sauce in the noodles or..." he sighed heavily. He really wished the man would tell him what he wanted to do in the first place. He looked back towards the saddle bags, unsure if he should really think about VLadimir's intentions with them.

Vladimir returned into the kitchen after dressing his hands. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything is fine, I just need to know if you want the sauce in the noodles or yeah." He looked to Vladimir with concern.

"Yes. You can add the seasonings too. Gives it extra flavor." Vladimir replied with a slight smile.

Daemon nodded and poured the sauce in and mixed everything together. He smiled and finished up the whole dish before he finished the whole thing. "Okay, then I'm assuming that this is now done." He smiled.

{I'm going to go shower}

"Yes. It's done." Vladimir replied as he got some glass plates from the cabinet, pretending to do it delicately.

(Kk ^^)

Daemon grabbed the spoon they had used before and took the plates from Vladimir, not wanting the man to hurt his arm. He then served them both a good amount of the pasta and set them both on the table. "So, what do you drink?"