"Fancy." He sneered. Oh it was so tempting. The possibilities for this water. So many possibilities. But no. No.
And now it was warm enough. Not too hot, not too cold. He turned it towards her and let it run over her hair. God this was infuriating. He'd never found washing hair demeaning, but somehow she was findng a way to make it seem that way.
"Maybe you should have spent your money on a more winning personality." He suggested. He didn't give a fuck what her power was, or if she had one. For him, it was about being subtle with it. Sharing it with people he could trust, and then very few of them at that. He didn't want to have his name on a list. It was an easy thing to hide, anyway. And securing booze for people was the one thing that he could get that was 100% profit.
"Yes, oh god. Because I would let my life be ruined by a teenage girl. You give yourself too much credit."