"Not if you endeavour to keep it clean instead of simply allowing it to once again reach this level of untidiness. I hope you don't make a habit out of this in all aspects of your domestic life, do you cook properly for yourself? And it's important you..."
Dominic waved his hand dismissively at the demons attempt on advise before saying lazily, "it's far too much a job to keep everything in order, though, and I seriously usually am too tired to even attempt it anyway. If you wanna try and keep this rats nest clean, I certainly don't mind. You're gonna wanna give up pretty quickly, though," the redheaded youth gave Akimitsu a challenging smile, edging towards a smirk. "Once I have saved up enough money," which he was far from doing, "I'll move away from here... if I haven't already been kicked out by then, that is."
Whatever Akimitsu might have said after that, Dominic didn't hear. He had already gotten distracted by then. It was true that Dominic's attention span was painfully short, especially when regarding things he didn't give a damn about. Cleaning was definitely one of those things.
"I would imagine so, yes...provided you possess the ability to remember an order for longer than thirty seconds, can carry trays without dropping them, and can address your customers in an endearing manner. That is the goal of this sort of establishment, is it not? Ah...shall I apply as well, master? Since I should remain by your side as much as possible, and to constantly attend as a customer may create unwanted expenses and possible hassle for you..."
Dominic looked thoughtful at Akimitsu's remark, sighing as he let himself fall back slightly, so that he was sitting completely on the floor. "I suppose I could manage the first thing, If I take it really seriously... the second one might be hard, though," he frowned as he rubbed his chin in thought. Then he grinned up at the demon. "Do you think I would be capable of addressing people in an endearing manner?" he tilted his head to the side, training his eyes on the other man. Certainly he had been able to charm customers before, so the ability of acting was something he possessed... but more often than not he didn't have to use it. Most customers were drunk bastards who did whatever they liked anyway.
Besides, he didn't think that sort of charm was suitable for a 'butler' working at a café, despite being otaku themed.
Sighing, he turned his attention back to the newspaper. "Maybe I should look for something else... as for what you do, that's up to you. Feel free to stalk me, I'm not gonna stop you... but I don't really care if you do anything else, either. What's with that master jizz anyway? People'll give us weird looks if you continue calling me that..." he looked at Akimitsu pointedly.