Daemon looked at the closed door of the bathroom in silence, then flashed a smile. The smile was partly joyful, partly amused, and partly inexplicable. He took his gaze away, and let it fall on a bunch of forgotten personal effects, before he turned away and started undressing. Showing the smooth lines of the muscles of his refined, lean physique, he stepped into the shower.
*Clack*
He just started enjoying the contact of the water with his skin. It was gliding smoothly along the lines he recovered after months of toiling since he woke up from his coma, and that was when he heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened.
To say he was surprised would be a lie, as a somewhat sly smile appeared on his face.
"Evelyn, don't do unto others what you would not like others to do unto you. What are you coming back here for?"
"Shut up, Daemon."
