The longer he watches, the bigger huff she's going to aim his way. Complete with a judging look, as though she's his mother in law.

"Don't just stand there-- didn't I say useful? And I don't mean just looking at your pretty face. Get the eggs out, stat!"

Rahzel can't stand the way he's just there, like a statue. Like a single breath could knock him over. Shatter him to pieces. She can't stand it, so--

"March! As in get to it, not the month of my birth. If I can't get you to shave now, I'll fill up your belly and lull you to sleep and then shave you when you're unconscious."