Sylvan shook his head, amused by her reaction to his answer. He never really understood why she liked to massage him that much.<span style="color: #FF8000">â€œDonâ€™t get all excited, Hitari.â€</span>He said in a teasing kind of way.  He ran his fingers through his brown hair and smiled. There was a slight breeze that made his hair fall back in his face. Sylvan smelled the pine trees that were in the direction that the wind came from . The forest was far away but the wind still carried the smell of it.<br/><br/>Sylvan looked back at Hitari and smiled sadly.<span style="color: #FF8000">â€œI just donâ€™t want to hurt a friend like you, Hitari.â€</span>He bit his lower lip and his eyes narrowed for a second. He was protective over her as she seemed to be the only one who truly understood him. Though, he knew that Hitari didnâ€™t need his help. She was a strong and powerful person. He couldnâ€™t hold back a soft chuckle as she batted his hand away after he messed with her hair.<span style="color: #FFFF00"> â€œNyah! Donâ€™t mess with a ladies hair.â€</span>She then wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. Then Hitari pulled back and stuck her tongue out and told him that it was bad luck.<span style="color: #FF8000"> â€œSticking a tongue out at someone like me? How dare you!â€</span>He said grinning of amusement.<br/><br/>She pulled him along through the door and told him what to do.<span style="color: #FF8000">â€œYeah, Yeah..â€</span>he replied and sighed softly as he picked up the towel from the table and threw it over his shoulder. He heard how Hitari locked the front door.