With a soft smile, she nodded. "If it doesn't, there's something seriously wrong with me." Her smile dropped as soon as she saw his expression change. She stepped closer to him and pulled him into a gentle hug, kissing his cheek softly and ran her hand through his wet hair. "It's alright love, I'm okay. I don't know why, but that was what we both needed. I'll fix you right up and we'll forget about it." She proposed, giving him another kiss before she stepped away so she could keep rinsing away his spunk. She watched him step out of the shower and Del simply kept cleaning up, wondering if there would ever be an end to the flow coming out of her.<br/><br/>Delphine stopped the water as soon as it finally seemed to be under control and began to dry off in the bathroom completely unaware of what Kryner was doing in the room. She patted her hair dry with a towel before she wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom. Del's eyes widened as soon as she spotted the gun and she ran over, towel dropping to the floor as she hurried to pry the cannon out of his grip. "What are you doing?!" She demanded, tears welling up in her eyes. She quickly moved the other gun away from him, too, and tossed them both on the bed. "What was that?!" She sobbed as she pointed at the guns, tears streaming down her face. "You can't pull shit like that, Kryner!"