Samuel laughed as he regarded her, quirking an eyebrow.  "I'm going to be taking a shower first," he said simply.  "I had hoped to coax you into joining before getting dressed but I see this is not to be.  Give me a few moments and I'll be out."  He left the door open, something he normally did not do, before slipping into the large shower.  Four showerheads each directed a spray of water from a different angle in the oversize shower.  Glass walls made seeing everything within it possible.<br/><br/>The man was going to take his time, as he relished the hot water as it cascaded down his frame.  A bar of soap and he was lathering up his hands before the soap was set aside and he began to thoroughly wash himself.  It was a ritual, perhaps, to him.  Cleansing himself after some of the things he did.  In this regard, though, it was a different desire.  He didn't wish the hunters to smell or sense any traces of her on him.  They would disprove, and he would have to dismember them in response.