Maleena felt warm, but in a pleasant way. She passed on to the bathroom, her shoulder rubbing against Skuld's soft body - the equivalent of a cat rubbing against a human's leg with its back arched in a gesture of loving approval and maybe, in this case, ... suggestion? She passed the door and winced a little - the hovering wall of perfume was a bit of an olfactory shock. As pleasant and exquisite as these samples might have been on their own, the slush they formed together from whatever might at some point have escaped the restraint of the bottles was harsh on a sensitive nose.<br/><br/>She hoped Skuld would do them both the favor and not smash the bottles anytime soon - the mixed scent of even a handful of these released without supervision would not let them go for weeks. Maleena gave a little sneeze and then took a few quick steps to the window, tearing it open. Humans and their insensitive noses...! Never would she commit such an olfactory crime herself!<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and then, using her nose to pluck the different bottles apart, picked out about fifteen of them, opened a drawer and tossed them inside (carefully enough so they wouldn't break and make the scent-mixture any worse). Then she draped a towel over it to make sure the scent stayed somewhere in there and wouldn't dare to come out. The wind would take the remaining scent away soon enough and leave only the pleasant ones behind as a soft background noise. She returned to the bottles, picked another one up and sniffed it briefly - it was of a pleasant, aqua-blue color and threw a blueish-shadow on the bright tiles. A moment later, she put it down again, picked up the one next to it and sniffed that as well - this one was of an exquisite, warm auburn color and trapped in a tiny, roundish bottle with a golden spray-top.<br/><br/>Without further comment, she walked up to Akira, sprayed a small handful of the just-picked liquid onto his neck and put the bottle by the sink. Then she dabbed the now moist human skin with a towel to tone the scent-concert down a little, tossed the towel aside and latched on to him, breathing the combined scent of Akira and the newly picked perfume. Little did she care whether Akira liked the scent - this was<em>delicious</em>.<em>Akira</em>was<em>delicious</em>dressed in that scent.<br/><br/>She had obviously no intention of ever removing her delicate nose from Akira's neck.