[There's a quiet little snort at that first comment, but he lets Tseng have that well-deserved smugness, drawn up to his feet by the gentle hand on his arm. Any soreness to his knees is negligible; his body has endured far worse discomforts over the years of his life.
He comes to stand close to Tseng, between the man's open legs.]
That depends. [A tilt of his head.] Are you washing my face here in the kitchen, or are you going to take me to the shower?
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He comes to stand close to Tseng, between the man's open legs.]
That depends. [A tilt of his head.] Are you washing my face here in the kitchen, or are you going to take me to the shower?