(From Leandro's Perspective)
"No, you're not doing that. If you do, you can't bathe in my bathroom," I said.
"What?" she asked, mortified.
"You heard me."
"Take it back, Leandro."
"No."
"Please. I will stink if I don't take a bath," she said.
"Then listen to me. Promise me you won't do it."
"Come on, Leandro. You weren't like this. Why are you being cold iron all of a sudden?"
"Why are you calling me cold iron?"
"You know, unbending," she mumbled.
