Sage hummed softly and nodded, a grin still lingering on his lips. "they gave me grief about it sometimes, but I always got them back," he noted lightly. Though, noting how much energy he had pulled a chuckle from his mouth. "I dunno, despite weighing as much as the boat that cook sure had the energy to chase me around his kitchen," he noted with amusement.

When her tone turned mischevious, his eybrows raised slightly. "Oh really," he mused. He hadn't meant it in a flirty way, but if that was how she was taking it he certainly didn't mind. He let out a laugh and a shake of his head as she spoke up again, just giving her a rather devlish looking grin. "You already fucked me once today, are you going for a record here or are you just hungry and waiting for the cake," he teased lightly, of course not really caring what sort of things happened while they waited for their food to be done. Eating cake for a meal...that was new. But screw it, they could eat cake for breakfast if they wanted to.

Jora’s lips quirked up into a smile at Sage’s laughter, her heart lifting just a little as the warmth between them seemed to fill the room. She liked the way he played with her—teasing, but with that underlying sweetness that made everything feel lighter.

“Well, if you’re sprawled out all day, I guess that just means I’ll have to keep you company,” she said, voice light and teasing, as she stepped closer. Her fingers brushed his, and she couldn’t help the way her heart picked up its pace, enjoying the way they fit together, like pieces of a puzzle that had always belonged. "Can't let you be lazy all on your own."

She laughed softly at his suggestion of lunch instead of breakfast. "Cake for lunch... now there’s a thought," she agreed, raising an eyebrow. "But maybe I’ll make an exception. Who says cake can’t be for every meal, right?" She leaned in just a little, her grin widening. "And you, mister, seem to be making a habit of distracting me from what I’m supposed to be doing. I don’t mind it one bit," she added, voice softening as she let the words hang between them.

When Sage asked if she could take a break to check on the cake, she nodded. "I think I can manage that," she replied, squeezing his hand as she pulled away just enough to move toward the kitchen. Her mind was already half on the cake, half on him, but there was no rush. Not yet. The cake could wait a little longer, especially when it meant she could enjoy this time with him.

"Just don't go anywhere," she teased over her shoulder as she walked toward the oven, glancing back at him with a wink. "I’m not done with you yet."

As she crouched down to check the cake, she let out a small sigh, amused at how easily he could make her forget the little things like cooking or chores. Of course, she’d make sure the cake didn’t burn, but there was something about him... about them... that made everything else fade into the background.

"Twenty minutes," she muttered to herself, glancing back toward Sage, already looking forward to getting back to whatever "distraction" he had in mind.

Sage had hummed lightly when she mentioned having cake for every meal, giving her a grin and shaking his head. "I dunno, can't have you eating so much cake you get much bigger. If you crush me there'll be no more having me for a snack inbewteen your meals," he noted lightly, hopping down from the counter when she tugged up him upwards, already excited about whatever she was planning. "Well, I do think of myself as a pertty good distraction," he mused after a moment. "You do seem to enjoy getting distracted though," he added lightly.

When she moved to check the cake, he grinned, leaning against the counter in a way he knew she'd find attractive. He'd certainly picked up what looked good from the bars and such he'd frequented. "You think you'll be able to pull yourself away from me after such a short time," he mused, still just teasing. Twenty minutes. That wasn't much time to do anything...well, that just meant she'd have to come back to him once she took it out of the oven. That was fine. It meant they'd get all the time they wanted.

Jora chuckled softly, watching Sage as he moved around the kitchen. She'd always liked how quick-witted he was, always keeping things light, but always with just enough of an edge to make her smile. His playful grin was a sight she’d never tire of.

"Mm, well, you know, I might just get bigger, but you're not exactly one to complain when I’m around," she teased, lifting an eyebrow as she sent him a sideways glance. She was half-serious, but she could tell he was enjoying the game. "Besides, I never planned on eating you for dessert," she added with a mischievous little grin, leaning closer as she casually brushed a finger against his shoulder, just to see if she could make him flinch. "Though...you do make a nice snack."

His confidence made her smile. He didn’t back down, not even an inch, which was one of the things she loved about him. And when he leaned against the counter, well, that didn’t help her focus on the cake either.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the amused smirk tugging at her lips. "Distracted? Me? Nah." Her voice was teasing, but she was already feeling the pull of him again. Of course, she'd already made up her mind that the cake could wait. Sage was a much more pressing distraction.

"Twenty minutes isn’t nearly enough time to forget about you," she said, taking a step closer. “But I might need a little incentive to leave you alone long enough to bake this thing.” She slid her hands into the pockets of her apron, giving him a look that was more playful than serious, though the gleam in her eyes said she was probably ready to turn the oven off and let him have her attention for a while.

"What do you say?" she added, voice low but not without a hint of challenge. "A little deal... or should I just stay and keep you company?"

Sage had given the girl a grin in resposne to her comment, eyes following her as she stepped closer and ran her finger along his arm, a blush forming on his face. It wasn't too bad though...at least not yet, and he could still think for the most part. "I think you've taken more than a snack's worth," he noted, voice rather husky.

Jora chuckled, the sound low and full of amusement as she watched Sage’s blush deepen. It wasn’t often she saw him caught off guard like that, and she couldn’t help but enjoy it. So, he's still trying to play it cool, huh? The way his eyes followed her was like a challenge in itself, and she couldn’t resist leaning in just a little closer, her finger tracing his arm slowly, watching the slight twitch of his muscles beneath her touch.

"Taken more than a snack's worth, huh?" she teased, voice soft but laced with mischief. "Guess you’re not complaining, though." She caught that husky edge in his tone and let it sink in, savoring the way his control slipped just a little. But she wasn’t going to make this easy for him. Not yet. Not when she could already feel the tension building between them.

When he shifted his weight, she smirked, her eyes narrowing as she followed his movement, knowing full well what he was doing. He wanted her focus on him, wanted to drag this out. But she wasn’t backing down. Not when she had a deal to close.

Focus, Jora...focus. She inhaled slowly, her gaze flickering to the cake, though her thoughts were far from it.

"Oh, I’m not so sure," she murmured, raising an eyebrow at his words. "I think I can keep my attention just fine...unless you have something else in mind." She leaned in a bit closer, just enough that her breath brushed across his ear as she whispered, "You are tempting, Sage. But I promised no distractions."

She backed off slightly, giving him a playful, challenging look. "I like a good deal. But if your incentive has me focusing on something else, I don’t think it’ll be a fair trade for either of us." Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she added, "Besides, the deal I’m asking for... well, that depends on whether you can hold out long enough to seal it."

It was a game. And right now, she was enjoying every second of it.