[He lets her work, a quiet satisfaction resonating from him. It's simply not something he thinks about - but to consider that she does, well. It's pleasant. It feels like having a home, not just a flat he sleeps in.
And let's be real, he's pretty classic British Imperialist in his way. When she finishes, he pulls the towel from his shoulder, wiping excess cream from his face and leaning forward to kiss her soundly.]
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And let's be real, he's pretty classic British Imperialist in his way. When she finishes, he pulls the towel from his shoulder, wiping excess cream from his face and leaning forward to kiss her soundly.]
Thank you.