Bully Me
"But he turns into a little bitch and stops cooking me dinners and stuff. I can't cook so I had to eat pot noodles for a week last time I cracked him and broke his nose."
"I can teach you basic cooking—"
"You can fucking cook me nice meals, bitch," Jayce sneered, recoiling at the suggestion he cook for himself.
"Well I'm hardly MasterChef material but I'll do my best," Lexi promised. "Erm, if you want me to go, you're going to have to untie me."
"Why? Your legs are free," he asked.
"Oh come on," Lexi whined. "Please?"
Jayce hooked an arm under hers and hoisted her to her feet. "No. Off you trot."