[ help. he snorts and gives her a huffy look. a househusband... ]

Something like that. [ when he has all the little lord and lady haliaetuses and carries on his family line in the comphet of it all....

still, goodnatured as ever as he's bullying (?) the little poro, mostly just babytalking it and grabbing onto its little feets and wiggling them. ]

Oh, I'm not going to be your househusband, that's for sure. [ nyehehe. teasing. ] I'm not letting Hulkenberg anywhere near it, either, so that's fine. You can wash dishes.

[ buts so easily and casually talking about it like, yeah, duh, if we find somewhere to hole up, of course that includes you. ]