Eden was done washing up. He stepped out of the bathroom while wrapping himself in a white robe.
His body was still warm as he fastened the robe around his waist. Water still dripped down his fair skin and wet hair as he rubbed a towel around it.
A knock came on the door.
"Who's it?" Eden asked as he sat down on the bed, the towel still over his blonde hair.
"The Lord summons you for dinner," someone from outside informed him.
"Okay. I'll be there," Eden assured the man as he left.
He sat there on the bed, muttering to himself. "I think I could go like this. Since he desperately wants a conversation."
Lenny blinked at him. "Huh? Like this?"
"Yes. I'm going to flirt with him anyways, so I should at least look like it." Eden ran a hand through his legs, soothing the warmth that ran through them.
"At this point, I think he's just going to kill you out of annoyance," Lenny sighed, having lost hope in Eden.
