Amora sighed as she slipped into the steaming water. Who knew how good a bath felt after all that had happened? She scrubbed herself with a soapy rag, though she could hear Errol and his uncle arguing about something. Screwtape probably wanted to watch Amora bathe, even though he had agreed to wait until tomorrow before he could do anything.<br/><br/>The door was flung open and Errol was shoved in, making Amora quickly sink down so the water was up to her neck. She gave Screwtape a glare, but quickly though better. He put a towel over his horns; at least he was polite in not peeking when a woman bathed, Amora thought. He leaned over the tub and she couldn't help but look at him. Sure he looked frightening, but the way he let fireflies land on his nose was actually kind of cute.<br/><br/>Amora wasn't sure what happened, but next thing she knew, he was an inch from her face, her legs tucked close to her so he wouldn't have landed on them when he fell. She stared up at him, blushing, but she didn't move away, frightened like before. He seemed... tempted to kiss her, she blushed even more at the thought of liking that.<br/><br/>Once he crawled out of the tub, she said quickly, "I'm finished." She wrapped the towel around herself, covering her bosom, and tucked the extra part of the towel inside to hold it in place. She looked over at her master, he looked almost embarrassed. She couldn't help but smile. "Are you really willing to protect me? Against him?" She asked quietly, looking over his shoulder.