He huffed out a near silent laugh at that statement.  Not delicate?  Alex was the most fragile, precious little flower petal he’d ever met.  That didn’t mean that there was no capability of strength in that slender little body, behind that adorable pout, but it certainly wasn’t showing right then.<br/><br/>“Right now?  I want you to come out of there and sit down next to me,” he said.  “You were supposed to turn into a prune on the beach, not hiding in the shower.”  There was a knock at the door.  “That’ll be breakfast.”  The blond turned to look at Raff, who didn’t seem to notice he was being chosen for the duty of retrieving it for a few quiet moments.<br/><br/>“Oh?  So now I’m the doorman?”<br/><br/>“Hmm.  I think I like<i>butler</i>better.  And yes, since you decided to stay and butt your nose into my business, you can go take care of it.  I’m busy.”  He waited until Raff relented and left the room before fixating pale blue eyes back on the sliver of Alex he could see through the cracked door.  “Come on.  If I’d ever wanted to hurt you, I’d have done it by now.”