Keep wagging that tongue of yours

"That spatula… was my favorite to use in the kitchen. I've never felt so heartbroken wasting a kitchen utensil for something so stupid. You're probably right, Nova. It's probably househusband kind of thing."

Adam stood on the stacked containers with a deep frown on his face. By the looks of it, he wasn't in his best mood; the cat on top of his head toned down his irritation though. Adam was just in his casual sweater and pants underneath an apron. 

"I rushed in here when I got a threat." His face darkened as he recalled a terrible memory on the phone minutes ago. "I can't live a life of abstinence."

"Is your sex drive your only fuel?" asked Nova, remembering how he rushed in here that she had to grab onto his hair for her dear life. 

"Of course."

"Good for her." Nova meowed, jumping off his head to stand beside him. "How can you have such a tough and big head? Or did I lose weight?"