"Oh! Right. Uh…sorry about that," Cherion stammered, his hand snapping back as if he'd just touched a live wire. He took a few steps back. "Really didn't mean to, you know, violate your personal space or anything. Just checking if you were... ready? No bruises, right? I didn't actually dent you?"
Zarius didn't even have the decency to look scandalized. He just stood there, leaning slightly against the doorframe like he hadn't just been poked by a frantic stranger. Water was still tracing slow, agonizingly taunting paths down his abdomen, disappearing into the waistband of those dangerously low trousers.
"I assure you, I am quite alright," Zarius repeated, his voice vibrating with a dry, gravelly amusement. "Come in, Cherion. Standing in the hall like a startled deer is a quick way to attract the night watch."
