[He really shouldn't be so shocked about this anymore. This is how it's been, and this is how it's going to be, with Benedikta taking charge of his "taking care of himself". Meanwhile, she's going to be nonchalant, even as he leans in closer to her, rubbing her palms together before spreading a light layer of cream over his cheeks and down to his chin, massaging it in.]
Yes. Hot springs.
[Her brow arches, but she never once looks him straight in his eyes.]
Was half expecting you to send my device into a fuss with it.
[There might be some light disappointment that he didn't...]
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Yes. Hot springs.
[Her brow arches, but she never once looks him straight in his eyes.]
Was half expecting you to send my device into a fuss with it.
[There might be some light disappointment that he didn't...]