Sawyer shivers and his eyes close before the other starts to back away. He exhales. The urge to do the dishes is so strong but so is the burning need for his mate. He wonders if he's going into heat or if this is just...how it is with a mate, or when a claim is new.

He really doesn't know how it all works.

"You haven't even had time to get dirty yet," he says, slowly pushing away from the counter. He'll do the dishes after... or... Bishop will insist on doing them one or the other.