[Reaper shifted his attention to Susato to avoid having to stare at that ridiculously attractive beard. He was used to it, but sometimes, he knew better than to look. He couldn't yet risk the urge to reach out and touch it, though he was pleased to see it so well trimmed. You're welcome.]

Are you telling me that I have to bake to earn a recipe? I was willing to do a recipe exchange, but I suppose this is the next best thing.

[He was growling it like the whole bargain was difficult to swallow. It wasn't. He wanted her recipe more than he wanted to grump about watching.]