[ he huffs quietly, but shifts to help tsurumaru secure his sleeves. he doesn't particularly want the other man to get his clothes stained while helping him, after all. ]

.. Yeah, right. Like you've ever needed my permission to surprise people before..

[ still, when he glances back up, that tiny quirk of his mouth that indicates a smile is there. he pats the sword-spirit's arm, then moves to hand him a knife. ] You can finish chopping, I guess. I just thought a hotpot might be nice tonight..