"Ugh."

Yuriy groaned when he heard yelling, and he threw down his dish towel and untied his apron before heading over to the source of the loud noise. He put his soapy hand on the boy's shoulder to alert him to his presence, then pressed a finger to his own lips in a shh gesture.

"Keep it down, keep it down, no need to get so [i]testy[/i], Mr. Dreamy. Let's not let this escalate, [i]right[/i]? I understand it's good for a growing boy to yell all that testosterone out, but stop. Have yourself a merry little [i]calm[/i] argument."