"Pfft," Armas laughed, "Like I haven't seen a woman's body, besides from your shape you're not exactly ... a woman, yet." He rolled his eyes, stepping inside the bathroom anyways. He hung up the towel on a clawed rack and set the bottle aside. "That is what you'll be using to wash away that human scent of yours." He looked away to save her the embarrassment but his face was calm, no color to his pale cheeks at all.<br/><br/>"You can take your arms down, I'm not looking. Not that I<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>too." He grumbled, popping the lid open. His eyes turned back to her at her last question then, "That girl? She was the child your village threw off to me. Although she's very insistent on being my lover, I don't love witches." He looked at the wall, irritated a moment, "It's a story that doesn't exactly concern you, so just be quiet and let me help you." He reached for the small sponge hanging from the wire rack on the wall.