"I love you," Tamarind said, leaning against the door. She didn't say it, and desperately hoped she didn't look like it, but she was tense, nervous if it would be accepted.

Elysia gave her an unimpressed look, with a touch of disgust. Tamarind's heart dropped. "Tamarind...you have to stop this."

"Why?" Tamarind asked, trying not to act moody. Even so, her voice sounded petulant, like a child.

"You can't just say 'I love you' to get out of chores." And with those words, Elysia shoves the laundry basket full of warm clothes at her wife.

The pink skinned demoness groaned. "But Elysia..."

"Keep this up and you'll have to wash the dishes by hand."

"I'm going! I'm going!"