Kire let out a chortle at that. “Ah yes, a woman’s heart is through her stomach, indeed,” she said solemnly, before she chuckled. “That’s just another way of saying ‘useful’—but it doesn’t hurt, I’ll admit,” she said, watching him work, chin rested on her hand. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you’re a stubborn blonde who runs into danger and cares for his family. Sounds vaguely familiar to me.” She smirked briefly at that, before shrugging. “You may not feel the same way. I know you don't want me getting too close. But I just don’t want you to think you’re some tool I mean to discard when it’s become useless.”