<em>It is a reaction to a command Tegan, keep in mind you summoned me, I am bound to you, and this time in very strange ways. I will do my best not to call you mistress, but be careful how you phrase things for both our sakes.</em><br/><br/>He said the words in a very careful manner, keeping his voice from trying to roll her, trying to arouse her. It took great effort to keep his tone even, platonic as she called it. He sounded formal, a hint of an accent that could not be hidden as he spoke. The voice grew closer as she turned her back to him, joining her in the shower, staying just above the volume of the falling water.<br/><br/>He watched her, watched the soap build and bubble, the suds fall in the trails of the shower. He swallowed hard and bit deep into his lip, resisting the urge to flare the arousal he felt within himself. No, she has said platonic, without physical desire. That was impossible, he was an Incubus, but this time he would try and not be a demon, or a liar. The water bounced about, landing on him and he sighed in its cool caress, it was rare that he could enjoy the chill effects of water without ice anywhere near him.<br/><br/>He reached for the conditioner a moment before she did, her hand landing on his arm before he could take the bottle and try to read it.<br/><br/><em>Let me Tegan, I promise, I will behave.</em><br/><br/>Still keeping his voice in check he asked her, tempting himself, and possibly her, with a touch without his powers. Just helping her wash her hair, he would not use any gifts, but if he did not touch her in some way, he would touch her in his way. And that could be dangerous.<br/>