"I'm not going to get you in trouble, right?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Bin An Sha. I was in pretty much the same position that I was in last night, but this time, I was sitting on Rip, and it was the good doctor who was trying to deal with my hair.
He poured more oil onto the middle of the mass and started pulling the strands apart with his hands.
"No, unfortunately for me, there is nothing I can do to get into trouble in this city," he grunted, clearly not happy with that fact.
"You want to leave?" I asked, dropping my forehead onto Rip's shoulder as I worked through the pain in my head. Bin An Sha was being as gentle as humanly possible, but that didn't mean that every touch and pull from him wasn't sending daggers of pain.
"I can make the pain go away," he said instead of answering my question.
"Please don't," I replied. His hands paused for a moment before he went back to his task.
