He laughed slightly as he moved over to him. Standing behind him he gently took hold of both of his hands. He began to show him the gentle motion of the beating. "Do that until it's all yellow. Take your time." he cooed against his ear. He smiled, rubbing his back before watching, carefully picking out the egg shells with a chuckle. He thought it was cute.

Arkel focused on the motions as directed, trying his best not to get the egg everywhere. It wasn't that he was uncoordinated, but cooking and fighting seemed two very different things now that he came to try it. The mixture was turning yellow as John had said it would, and he felt a guilty sense of pride at a job well done.

"... The shells were.. for crunch," he added defensively. Once the eggs were done, he turned back to his owner and waited for more instruction. It made him feel like he was in school, if he ever attended something like that.

Chuckling he kissed the top of his head. "I see." He cooed before pouring the dry mixture into the bowl with the eggs along with some water. "Alright, now mix that all together gently." he murmured coming up behind him again to show him how to mix. His hands were gentle as they moved Arks. He enjoyed teaching him like this.

John stood, watching him curiously, a stupid smile on his face.

Arkel stood back a little as the flour was poured in. The powder went everywhere, and he was fairly cautious of it. The demon pressed back a little into John as he felt the man come up behind him again. He liked the gentle pressure on his hands, and hated how his own hands seemed to lose coordination when John's went away.

He mixed industriously for a while, then risked a glance at the mortal. The expression he saw made him blush, and he returned to the mixing with some more strength than necessary. A few spots of mix fell onto the bench and eventually onto Arkel.

John chuckled and stood behind him once more, wrapping his arms around his middle. Dipping his head he kissed his neck tenderly. "You are doing great for your first time." he cooed, rubbing Ark's stomach gently. Something about watching Arkel fumble and blush made him smile. Finally, his hands gently took hold of Ark's stopping him. "Alright, it's all mixed together next, we are going to pour it onto the skillet." he cooed nodding to the blacxk sheet over the stove.

Arkel smiled at the compliment and again leaned again into John as he wrapped his arms around him. He purred softly as his stomach was rubbed and wanted to return the kiss, but the mixture was done. He stared at the black sheet a bit hopelessly. Now he knew where fire and heat came from... Magic. That fire didn't burn him, this human stuff was a bit less forgiving.

But who's ever heard a demon who's scared of fire?

"Right, how much do we pour?"

Smiling he gently picked up the bowl. "I'll show you." he cooed. Pouring a little batter onto the sheat, it created a small circle. He did that about three times before handing the bowl to Arkel. "You try." He murmured, rubbing his back gently.

Arkel watched carefully, then took the bowl without much confidence once John was done. He tried to mimic the mortal's actions, but his pancakes turned out to be anywhere between half and five times the size they were meant to be. He tried to cut it up on the skillet with his fingers, causing a few sizzles of flesh to be heard. He pulled his hand back quickly and blew on the burn. It was healing already.

He turned and pouted. "... I don't think I'm doing that well."

Kissing his pout softly he gentle took hold of Ark's hand. "You are doing fine. Just don't use your fingers." he cooed, kissing his burn carefully before pulling him close. "Try pouring it so it barely comes out." he said, showing her with a smile.

Arkel pulled his hand away slowly, blushing a bit more. Then he nodded and tried to do it the way John directed, pouring only a bit of the mix out each time. It turned out more successfully, but he was still making fairly wonky pancakes.

"I think you're better at this though."

Smiling, he kissed the top of his head before gently rubbing his back . "I like your pancakes." He cooed kissing his forehead. "It's alright." he murmured, letting him finish before pulling out a spatula. "Alright, time to flip them." he cooed. He showed him with the first three, flipping the bigger ones to give him the smaller ones.

"You're just trying to make me feel better," Arkel said with a note of childish indignation. He watched John carefully though, and when given his chance, he managed to flip the pancakes beautifully. At least that action wasn't hard, and it didn't involve things that spilled. The whole thing was a domestic learning experience, but it bothered him a lot less than when he first came to John's place.

"Master," he murmured unconsciously, tasting the word as if for fit. Then his attention snapped back to what he was doing as the last pancake started developing a distinctly burnt aroma.

Laughing softly he kissed his cheek. "Don't worry." he cooed, tossing the burnt pancake he kissed forehead before flipping all of the pancakes onto a large plate. Rubbing his back he wrapped an arm around him. "Come on, lets eat." He cooed sweetly.

He had heard his soft voice utter master but he didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

Arkel closed one eye as he was kissed, then rubbed some flour off on his own nose as he went to scratch it. He let himself be guided by John's arm, feeling reassured with his presence. The little demonic parts of him that wanted to rebel against all of this was buried under a blanket of uncertainty. John could be very scary sometimes, that much he had learned, but it wasn't the violence that made Ark rethink. It was the time spent again without company or random affection.

He shook his head to clear it of his messed thoughts and sat down at the table. "I hope they will taste all right."

John took a seat his mind spinning. He didn't know what to do anymore. He felt attached to him in some way and he didn't know why. He wanted to take him away and hide him from the pain but a little part of him told him that he should want to hurt him.

Sighing, he looked to him before chuckling. Reaching over he wiped the flour off of his nose.

The demon blinked as John reached over to wipe his nose. He recoiled a little, uncertainty flowing off him in waves. The human was changing him, and he didn't really seem to mind it. He wondered what he would become if he stayed with John. Too soft to survive in Hell maybe, but...

He took a pancake and started wolfing it down to distract himself from the stuff happening in his mind. Giving John a smile suddenly when he realized he might have offended him by recoiling. Then wondered why he would be worried about offending his human owner.

"... Sorry," he muttered, though not entirely certain what for.

((Sorry have had writered block and didn't want to ruin the rp with it ^^' I'm back now))

He watched him recoil curiously, his mind spinning with doubt and a slight pain in his chest. Why did it hurt him when he recoiled? But it did. Running his fingers through his soft hair he looked down at his food, taking small bites. What had he become? He used to be so strong, feared by many demons and almost all humans.

His mind snapped back to reality as he heard Ark speak. "Oh, it's alright." He murmured before finishing his food. Why had he apologized? What in the world was wrong with him? He was so confused and he felt almost lost in his own mind.

(As I said, I don't mind the wait Welcome back! XD Both our characters are completely confused now, this is gold.)

Ark finished his own food without realizing, and this was enough to make him pause. He had wanted to taste all of that better, but now it was gone. He looked at John and wondered if he could tap into his head. The human seemed as distracted as he was, and it made him wonder.

"Did you often make food with your slaves, John?" It was a random question, and he wasn't sure why he asked it. It seemed important though, now that he said it. From what the man told him, there was a time when he was feared by even heroes of legend, now he was...

He wondered why John had so much trouble hurting him before. Maybe he wasn't the only one having difficulties with change.

Blinking, John looked at him for a moment before standing. Taking the plates he shrugged. "I did with a few. Only the ones that wanted to learn." He said looking at the sink quietly. He could remember the times with his other slaves. Some had been willing to learn and be good, but most had been a pain in the ass. Lucifer had done it on purpose. Running his fingers through his hair, he shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Why do you ask?" he murmured, looking over his shoulder before beginning to clean the dishes. His shoulders were ridged as he began to think once more. What if Ark was just using her? Just like she had?

Ark could feel the atmosphere in the room change, and he fell silent, waiting for John to sort out his thoughts. He watched his owner clean up, not sure whether he should offer to help, a thought that seemed silly to the demon in him. ... In him? That was a human way of thinking.

"I was just curious," he muttered in reply. The truth was sinister, he had to admit. He wanted to know if this was just part of what John did to demons sent to him, to make them more domestic, or to form some kind of bond. He was in fact suspecting John on his own side.

Then he broke into a fit of chuckles. What was he doing?

"This is silly, I'm not human, I'm not bound by idiotic emotions." Even as he said he knew it was a lie, but he'd gone too far to back off. "I asked you because I wanted to know if this is a training tactic. Am I going to become more human until I'm easier to deal with? Then I get sent back to Hell for good?"