They both shared a look that told different meanings. The demon moved to lean on the edge of the large tub. His arms out of the water and folded on the edge while his chin rested on them as he stared intently into her hazel eyes anticipating what she'll do next.
One of his fingers was tapping on his crossed arms, which dripped with water as he waited. She appeared flushed and her mind reeling with different scenarios and carving out ways to avoid even getting closer than this with him. She overthought everything. He was waiting in the water looking like a pile of wet gold with nothing but sinister intentions towards her. Naughty things she really does not want to indulge herself in with him.
