It WAS a big deal. Nate felt soiled and filthy, having been touched by the hands of demons like he had. How was he supposed to handle this? How was he supposed to explain to Oliver why he had been gone so long? Just because it had felt good didn't mean it was right. And this wasn't right. Angels and demons weren't supposed to mix like this, they weren't supposed to mix at all unless they were fighting.<br/><br/>As he was helped into the shower, Nate stiffened and swatted aeay Zane's touch as soon as he could. He lowered himself down into the bottom of the tub, not able to help the soft sigh that escaped him as the water washed over him. It was pleasantly hot, and his feathers ruffled as they started to get wet.<br/><br/>He no longer looked at Zane, just wanting to get out of this situation as soon as possible. He might not be able to walk on his own, but he could still fly. If he could just get outside, he'd be fine. He brought one of his wings around, running his fingers through the feathers to rearrange them, and get any dirt or other grime out of them. The warm brown color of his wings only got darker as the feathers got wet.