The walk to the bedroom was almost as torturous for Killorn as it was for Ophelia. Whereas Killorn was eager to bend her over every surface possible, Ophelia was wondering if she'd be able to walk if they did it for that long. As Killorn carried her past a servant, she saw the vampire's shocked and confused expression.
"P-please prepare a bath right away!" Ophelia called out, surprising Killorn whose head snapped to her.
Ophelia flushed and peered helplessly up at him. "I-I was out the whole day and s-sweaty… P-please, let me clean myself first."
"I like it that way," Killorn deadpanned.
"P-please?" Ophelia squeaked out, mortified if he tasted her skin and it was salty as popcorn. She was frightened by what he'd think of her scent too.
