He stares at me.

"That is good." He slowly nods, his expression pensive.

"I doubt I'm the only one. Didn't you say you have a legion of admirers?" I laugh awkwardly as I try to make light of the situation, though his nearness makes all the hairs on my body stand up. I gulp nervously, a little unsettled by the way he's watching me—like a hawk with his prey in sight.

"I may have... exaggerated," he grumbles.

My eyes widen as I raise my brows at him.

"Those who do chase after me do not do it for me. Rather, they want to tame the God Killer." He sighs, squaring his shoulders.

"Surely you've been told you're a good-looking man before?" I say before I can help myself.

His lips flatten.

"Right...?"

"Not in those terms, no."

"What, then?"

A deep, growly sound erupts from his throat.

"It does not matter," he suddenly says, stepping away from me.

Whatever I said must have hit a nerve, for he turns with his back to me, pacing around the bathroom.

"Uhm, Ze?"

"What?" He pivots, his expression half-feral.

I wet my lips, surprised by this sudden change in him.

"I think you need to get in the shower to remove the sweet ice from your hair."

He glares at me for a moment before his expression softens, his muscles relaxing, not that I'm looking at them—I'm not, really!

"You do it for me," he says before he grabs my hand and leads me to the shower.

"W-what?"

He doesn't waste any time as he steps inside the shower, taking a seat on the floor and waiting for me to wash him. He has half a smile on his face, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at me, and I find myself melting a little toward him.

Damn it, why does he have to be cute?

"Okay, I guess I can do that..." I trail off as I glance down at my dress. "Let me quickly change into casual clothes," I say and dash out of the shower. I quickly go back to the room and change into a pair of leggings and a plain shirt. When I get back, I find him fiddling with the settings on the mobile shower head, water spraying all around the shower stall. He's sporting an expression that's a mix of confusion and exasperation as he cannot get the shower to function properly. He's already wet, but not much cleaner than before.

"Let me take care of that," I mutter, taking the shower head and moving behind him.

Leaning back, he rests his weight on his elbows as he tips his head back. As I thread my hand through his locks, he closes his eyes, releasing a deep breath as he pushes himself further into my touch.