He did as he was requested, passing back both the soap and the poof. He turned away and placed his hands on the shower wall, taking a half step forward and dipping his head under the water. He closed his eyes, focusing and trying to concentrate, to keep his body and voice under control as she she was about to touch him.<br/><em><br/>I will be gone by daybreak, most of the incantations have built in time limit. For some reason people believe we can only be summoned at night. More mysterious and evil this way I imagine.</em><br/><br/>His voice neutral as could be danced out from under the water. Half hidden in the veil of sound he confirmed that he was temporary, that she had succeeded in calling him, and that he was on borrowed time. In his mind he tried to make sense of his own actions. he could have pleasured her until the sun had risen, taken her and given new meaning to her release, quite possibly killing her in the process, but he had stopped. And even now he didn't know why.<br/><br/>He stood under the water and let it cool his skin, it helped, more than he would have ever realized. The past need for rainstorms and rivers seemed so far away. He awaited her touch, unconsciously flexing in preparation, knowing that he may be undone, but he would at least try.