[ While she rinses the blood and grime off herself, Hei is standing under a cold shower, shivering, and far too filled with heat to easily mind the cold. The towel only aided the vision forming in his mind of a firm, lithe body flush with need. He had seen it once, upon her arrival. He remembered it still.
With quick strokes, he ended the whole ordeal, for now at least. He would have to ensure this never happened again. Too much depended on it. At least, he tried to tell himself that. Turning off the shower spray, he quickly dried himself off, needing to be outside, waiting before Saya emerged.