Her question surprised him, despite the fact that Euphy had always acquiesced to his demands and had always tried to be the peace keeper between everyone. When Snow White thought about it, it became obvious that Euphy -- for whatever strange reason -- actually cared. Snow White still couldn't discern what her game was and maybe she didn't have dark motivations at all.

"Well... I don't hate it," he sniffed, conceding the point that he actually had been quite comfortable here. And it was primarily because of her, because it sure as hell wasn't because of Lelouch.

Putting aside the chicken for the moment, he nodded toward the sink. "Here, let me -- only so you don't get hurt, clumsy."

Not because he liked her... And not because Snow was one to clean, heaven forbid! But he knew how to care for a good knife at a good weapon. As he washed the blade and his hands, he asked thoughtfully, "Does that matter to you, really? My happiness?"

Because he didn't expect it to, and he wouldn't blame her if she said no.