"Duncan! Do you remember where I put the compressed steel?"
Duncan chuckled, it had been around five minutes since Kim had protested to his help and stated that she could make a powertool by herself. He retracted the soldering attachment to his own powertool and pulled his glove over the device, before exiting the room and descending the stairs into the 'sex dungeon'. Kim was waiting for him with crosses arms. He burst into a hearty laugh and made his way the the crafting table to inspect her progress.
"Don't laugh at me, I'm trying my best!"
"You're doing fine Kim." Replied Duncan, rustling her hair and reaching around her to rearrange several things on the crafting table -while Kim tried her best to look angry and blew a strand of hair out of her face- before opening a chest to their right and withdrawing a plate of compressed steel. "There you go."
"Thanks Cutie!" She cried, standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the nose before excitedly adding the compressed steel, leaving Duncan blushing behind her.
A few moments later Kim jumped around with a grin and held a bright red powertool above her head triumphantly
Duncan looked away, he was expecting an 'I told you so!' or something of the sort, but she simply tackled him to the floor with a hug.
"Wha-!"
Kim giggled nervously, "sorry Dunc.. "
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Realising that there were no longer alone, the pair jumped up and ran to the door. Kim squeezed past Duncan and flung it open to reveal... Rythian?!
"Hello Duncan." He growled coldly, "let's have a little chat."
