Alicarde had waited for this moment for a long time—by a "long time," he meant the fifteen minutes since Cassandra mentioned they would only get one room.
He was going to make the most of this, though perhaps this would have been a good time to act like a gentleman. But, as far as he was concerned, acting like a gentleman was the way of lesser men.
Malefica had no idea what he was thinking, and frankly, she didn't care. Standing up, she checked the closet, and sure enough, there were women's clothes hanging inside. Grabbing a set along with a towel, she made her way toward the door leading to the bath.
Before entering, she turned to face him.
"I know I don't have to tell you this, but if you do anything untoward, you will burn."
Alicarde shook his head dramatically, crossing his chest.
"I would never… I mean, I am such a gentleman. You can trust me."
Malefica narrowed her eyes at him.
