"I wouldn't say I'm all that nice", Jean mumbles, though it's a weak argument. It's mostly a habit to deny it, still, even if he can see that he's far better than he was during training days when it came to socializing with people.

Jean huffs, lowering his ears again. "I do make our bed! And the dishes! And laundry! So I am useful around the house and don't leave a mess behind, usually."

Werewolf times don't count. That's when he becomes a rather messy person. Which Mikasa has taken well, gladly.