Desmond's burning gaze could have made holes right through Sam's small skull, but it didn't; instead, he sat there, holding her hands and thinking of absolutely nothing. For that singular reason, the heater in the room heated the room, making it warmer than before, and for that singular reason, he decided to take a quick shower.
Taking off all of his clothes and dumping them in the laundry basket, he jumped into the shower and took a quick bath. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he rushed to his bath.
Coming out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his waist and his hair still dripping wet, he took a glance around the room and nothing was amiss. While changing into something lighter, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" He asked, not moving away from the closet.
"Sir, it is I, Baron," Baron introduced.
"What is it?" He deadpanned as his face was devoid of any emotions.
