Achilles thought for a few moments as he washed away the last of the blood. It was such a shame to waste it, but he couldn't reach it and having it in his fur just made him itchy. Turning off the water, he stepped from the shower and shook himself dry. "Sounds good to me! What did you have in mind exactly?" Picking up a towel to dry off the last of the water from his fur, he moved out of the bathroom and back to his room. He didn't need anything and simply tossed the towel into the laundry pile. He made a note that he needed to do it soon as he made his way to the living room to wait for her to make an appearance.<br/><br/>He was much like her in a way, though he didn't really know it just yet. He liked the challenge. The chase. It was no fun when the prey just stood there. All but giving themselves up to be eaten. Sure. On days he didn't feel well, he didn't mind that. Those days were rare though and he liked the chase. He liked their screams and begging as he moved in for the kill. It was so empowering to watch the life leave their eyes and know that you took it.  "Also, how far do we have to go for it?"