John
"Oh fine, have it your way." *She let out a tut sound, smirking a little. She shuffled closer and gently pulled him in and hugged him, patting his head.* "Enjoy your bath, mhm? I'll be in the other room."
Simon
*Gabe gave a nervous chuckle as Mira seemed to pout at his denial. His host really was something. He supposed she had been sending 'signals' since they met, but he was just too oblivious...*

*Of course, now he finds himself in a deep hug, the significantly large figure over powering him into a soft furry coffin. It'd suffice to say Gabe's face resembled a cherry, muttering out something in defeat.*
"I-i will... Y-yes sister..."
John
*She gave his head a gentle headpat and squeezed him against her for a moment before letting him go.* "Well, enjoy your bath." *She squeezed his shoulder and stepped out, leaving him to bathe in peace.*
Simon
*Gabe gave a sigh of relief as Mira exited. It was as if he held his breath for the duration of the hug, and even after he let him go. But finally, he was alone, a quality he took for granted before the teasing started.*

*Gabe doesn't take long to finish, exiting the back a bit cleaner and significantly wetter. A fresh pair of what seems like night wear on his person. A strange thing for an adventurer to have.*
John
*There was a candlelight on in Mira's bedroom that he could see. She was just laying on her bed reading a book. She hadn't notice him walk out it seems.*
Simon
*Gabe seems to peek out at Mira in silent indecision. Eventually shaking his head as he knocks on the open door.*
"I just wanted to say, thank you again. Truly. And uh... Goodnight, Mira."

*He offers a warm smile, hoping to let her get some rest.*
John
*She looked up from her book and smiled.* "Thank you too, you're wonderful company. Sleep well now!" *She set her book down and looked at him from across the room.*
Simon
*A moment passed, and Gabe remained by the door. He seemed to be finding the words to ask something...*
"Uhm... Mira... You were only teasing me, right? With all those... 'Offers'? I realize many call me thick headed or oblivious, so..."

*He said in a hopeful tone, attempting to confirm if she was just ruthless to the shy of heart.*
John
"Hm? Oh no, they were genuine. Obviously teasing you is fun, but I did mean it." *She sat up a little more in bed, a smirk forming.*
Simon
"Oh, I thought that's was the case-... Wait... Genuine...?"
*Gabe stared in a moment of quiet realization. A blush forming on his cheeks for the third time.*
"O-oh! Well... Ehm... I'm f-flattered, Mira, but a h-holy man doesn't b-betray the c-cloth!"

*He seemed to stumble, unsure of what to say or do. He __had__ been alone for quite some time... Oh lord-*
John
*She couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, covering her lips.* "Does your faith forbid you from affection? No wonder you're having so much trouble trying to convert people here. Or... Maybe you're just hiding behind your scripture, hm?"
Simon
*A light 'gulp' is heard as Mira accuses him of using his faith as an excuse. He could not lie, a simply shrunk back in shame.*
"W-well... I suppose... There aren't any h-hard set rules about *That* Sorta thing... B-but- we barely know each other! We just met a few hours ago, did we not??"

*A moral quandary to be sure, but Gabriel's continued presence still meant he was at least interested, did it not?*
John
*She was a little amused by this. She didn't have any moral issues, certainly none born of faith.* "If it flusters you so much we can talk about this tomorrow, hm? Say your prayers and all."
Simon
*Gabe blinked before slowly nodding. He stands up straight, and clears his throat.*
"Y-yes... I think I will... Goodnight, Sister Mira."

*Disappointingly, Gabe seems satisfied with the compromise. Quietly closing the door and breathing another sigh of relief. He'd mumble out to himself while he made for his bed on the couch.*
"I feel this woman will be the death of me... Yet it is strangely invigorating... "