Hagetaka darted outside as he began to disrobe, groaning. She waited for the Master of the castle by the door to the bath, a towel draped over her arm, tapping her foot impatiently. The petite shinigami had filled the bath with nice piping hot water, knowing the Boss would take his sweet time in actually getting in and it would be comfortably warm by that time, she impatiently pulled her long green hair back behind her shoulders, planning to make finally sure once he got out. If he died by something as simple as an infection, she would never live it down.