Ziggy nodded and moved into the kitchen, standing next to David with a dish towel in his hands. "It's no problem at all." Ziggy tapped his foot absently as he waited. "I actually enjoy helping around the house, when the person I'm helping deserves it." Ziggy looked up at David and gave him a small smile.

David chuckled, yet didn't make contact with Ziggy's eyes, her merely smiled. He rinsed off the first dish and handed it to Ziggy, taking up another plate and beginning to scrub. "I enjoy it on occasion. It's a whole other story when you have to do it every day in order to have a respectable living. Dusting in this house is most certainly just a nuisance that my wife must have cursed me with when she left."

Ziggy swallowed as he dried the dish. That's right. David is old enough to have children, a wife, though he made her seem like an ex wife. Ziggy flushed gently. "You don't have to talk about stuff like that if it upsets you." Ziggy looked up to David as he set the clean dish on the counter away from the sink.

David smirked and turned his head slightly towards Ziggy, finishing up with another dish and handing it over to the boy. "It's of no consequence. We married young and probably shouldn't have in the first place. We parted on good enough terms, and it wasn't until Lyra was grown that we ultimately decided to get a divorce."

Ziggy nodded slowly. "Ah." He didn't know much about that. Marriage was incredibly far off of his radar, he was more prone to sleeping around than trying to tie anything down at all. In fact he was pretty sure that he was never going to get married, not after watching what it did to his father when his mother died. "How old is your daughter now?"

David handed yet another finished dish to Ziggy and sighed, a gentle smile on his face. "My Lyra is going to be 30 this August. She married and lives in the posh area of London now." He began furiously scrubbing a dish with a rather large area of caked on food.

Ziggy froze. Good god, he was a baby compared to this man. Of course he didn't take him seriously, while the law saw him as an adult, David had an adult daughter. Ziggy dried the dish and added it to the growing stack of clean dishes. "So old man, are you a grandfather too?"

David stopped scrubbing for a moment and glared over at Ziggy. "No, I am not." he said sternly before a smile spread across his face. "And I am not that old." He turned his attention back to the dish, scrubbing for a few more seconds before he was satisfied with its cleanliness and began to rinse it off.

Ziggy chuckled and smirked to himself. You know what they say, some men are like fine wine, the older the better. Ziggy flushed at his thoughts and turned his head to the side so that David hopefully didn't see the pink on his cheeks. He didn't need to do anything to make the man throw him and his sister out of the house.

David chuckled to himself when he turned to hand Ziggy the freshly rinsed dish, noting the pink in his cheeks. He made sure he kept his amusement to himself, honestly finding it rather flattering that the boy seemed to be so enamored with him. "That's the last one." he said, shutting off the water and moving to begin putting away the left-over food.

Ziggy nodded silently and took the dish from David, drying it carefully before adding it to the stack of clean dishes that he had already started accumulating. Ziggy turned and watched the man start to put away the leftovers. His cheeks were still pink, and deepening, almost to the point where the color rivaled the orange of his hair.

David carried a few containers to the fridge, opening it carefully and squatting down next to the open door. He began rearranging the contents of the fridge before carefully placing eat container in his hands on one shelf.

Ziggy's flush deepened as his eyes were automatically drawn to his teacher's backside and he turned his eyes towards the ceiling so that he would be looking anywhere but there. He swallowed and then coughed before straightening up and moving to the opposite side of the kitchen. "I think I'm just gonna....go to my room now." He swallowed again before moving quickly down the hall and to his room. He shut the door quietly and sighed before he stripped off his jacket and threw it onto his suitcase.

Ziggy moved to lay on his bed and sighed again before he rubbed at his eyes absently. He needed to get a grip. The man was his teacher. Nothing was going to happen. There was no way that anything could happen. It would cost David his job. Ziggy sighed again and moved to his suitcase, gathering sleep clothes before padding down the hall to where David had mentioned the bathroom was. He settled everything down before starting the shower, making sure that the temperature of the water was set to cold before he jumped in.

David had settled everything in the refrigerator when Ziggy quickly spoke and left the room. He turned slightly, only able to catch a glimpse of the boy's feet as he rounded the corner out of the room. With a confused expression on his face David almost followed him to make sure that he was alright, but as he shut the door of the fridge and walked towards the doorway he was suddenly reminded of something. The boy had expressed feelings of attraction, and the fact that David had almost quite literally shoved his ass in the boys face probably hadn't helped that situation. Now slightly uncomfortable with his innocent action of putting away food, David simply shut out the light in the kitchen, moving towards his bedroom and shutting off each light as he passed.

Ziggy sighed and remained in the shower as long as he could stand, taking care to make sure that his eyeliner was scrubbed off of his face well before getting out and wrapping a towel around his narrow hips. He was going to have to play it very carefully the entire time that he was here. He couldn't do anything that would jeopardize his and his sister's safety. He dried off his shock of orange hair and changed into his night clothes before moving back into "his" room.