Once the job was done, he dried Caius's legs and stepped back.
"All right, you're done," Damien announced.
"Good job. Now it's your turn," Caius said, grinning mischievously.
As Damien had suspected, Caius insisted on drying him, just as he had when it came to washing earlier. Resigned to his fate, Damien let Caius dry him off, the boy's excitement evident as he worked.
Although Damien's body had already mostly dried while he was busy drying Caius, it didn't deter Caius in the slightest. He scrubbed at Damien's skin with a towel, his enthusiasm almost making Damien wince. It stung a little, but Damien endured it for the sake of Caius's obvious enjoyment.
"Young Master, I've brought your change of clothes," came the voice of the servant from outside the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of the door opening slightly.
"Did you also bring the knight's uniform I requested?" Caius asked.
