"If you knew what you wanted you'd have said already." He slapped on his gloves not stopping before wiping down an open area on the small of her back. Most women chose that area, as if it offered some sort of sex appeal. He didn't admire women's bodies, he didn't look at things in that way.
As he shaved the spot free of any fine hairs it did make him think of Kymopoleia. How he'd never touched her in a way that she didn't cry or scream at. How she was the first pretty thing he'd ever owned. It might have been this girl's similar presence that made him think that.
He drew out the idea in mind, a simple but sea-related image that mimiced the squid mural on his wall.