He left when she asked, which was a definite change from ordering her around like had earlier. Armas was standing by the door, looking outside. He was starving, but he wouldn't say it. Technically, he could have forced her to give him a decent meal but he was feeling more respectful than hungry.<br/><br/>He could hear the bathroom door open, the wood groaning with age as she stepped out. Her hair was prettier when it was dripping with water, beading down her ears and cheeks. He wanted to lick up every drop and- Armas dropped the thought, his smile gone as he looked away. " You smell better," he commented, standing up as he walked past her to his room. Now that she was done showering, he could go lay down for a while.<br/><br/>"There's food on the counter if you're hungry, eat what you like, just don't clean up." He said softly. That's what the brownies were for. After the original owner had left, Armas did well to retain all its keepers.<br/><br/>Besides, he had no time to clean or cook for himself so it was easier just to follow some simple rules. Although Finch was subject to making the garden look horrible by chasing off the imp who wouldn't come back for weeks at a time if she annoyed him just right.