"What else can I call you?" You smirked at him. "Daddy?"

"Absolutely not." He was tired, but this pampering was quickly replenishing his stamina. Plus, the strain he was smoking was doing wonders for his sore muscles.

"Master?"

"Only when we fuck."

"Cwollo?" You responded with a baby voice.

"I'll kick you."

"Mr. Lucilfer?"

"You're not my secretary."

"Luci?"

"Are you that bored that you can't find another conversation topic?"

"...Chromium?" You giggled and in your playful mood, you bit his toe.

"You're going to turn me on, if you're not careful." He looked up at you with a goofy grin.

"Is that why your feet and toes so beautiful? Because you're into them being played with? Do you have a foot fetish?"

"Can't a man take care of his body with no ulterior motive? I happen to enjoy pedicures and soaks. And maybe the occasional tongue between them."

Shuddering, you switched feet. "No, thank you, I'm hardly able to stand the smell of your sweaty ass feet already. You need a bath. We both do. You didn't have any water at that other place. In fact, I still think there's dried cum on my thighs."

Stubbing out his joint, he sat up and began crawling towards you. "You know... You look pretty fucking hot in my coat. I think I'd like to repaint your thighs, if you know what I mean." He had a smile playing on his lips, happy to finally get some more intimacy— or no, just some ass— from you.

"How good are you at fucking in the shower?" You leaned back, sliding the coat off of your shoulders.

"So good that I'll give you foreplay in the bath first." He reasoned with you. He was a little too tired at the moment to have sex with you against a slippery wall, but a warm bath sounded like Heaven.

"Will there be enough room for us both?"

"I have a fucking swimming pool on my floor. Trust me, the bath would fit the whole Troupe and more." You laughed as Chrollo stood up and swooped your off of the bed.

"Have you tested that before?"

"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Either way, there's plenty of room for us." He walked over to the bathroom, which was more like an in-home spa, and pushed the door open.

"I can walk, you know." You mentioned, despite the fact that you had your arms wrapped around his neck.

"But you, my princess, do not have to."

"EUGH, don't call me that!" You made a face at him. "You can call me Hana."

"What about baby?"

"Eh, that's okay."

"Sexy?"

"Also acceptable."

"My itty-bitty boo-boo?"

"I might throw up on you."

"Well before you do," He set you down gently. "Undress and rinse off. I'll start the bath." You shrugged off the long coat and quickly stepped out of your panties and unclipped your bra. Plopping them into a basket next to the door, you walked over to the shower head that was attached to a wall and you turned that on. Once it got warm enough, you stepped in front of it and rinsed off your body.