Priya's Mansion

"Oooo. That is really just awful. For him, I suppose."

Kian shrugs, indifferent as he leans and nips just below his jaw. "I find it entertaining how gullible humans are."

"The bath is ready.."

He raises his head, blinking, half forgetting about the bath. He nods and slips off his boots and jacket, hissing a little as he stretches his side before he stands, folding the rag in his hands. "Thank you, Marisole," he says quietly, attempting to offer a small smile.

"Tasty, too."

Kian grins before he leans and kisses her again. "Tell me a name," he murmurs.

"You're welcome! I'll...Um... I'll be outside!.."

He watches her as he nears the bathroom door, his white shirt loose as he nods. "I'll be out shortly." He steps inside and rounds the corner towards the bath, movements slow as he unbuttons his shirt and lays it on the chair he keeps in the rather large looking bathroom.

"A name?"

"Your name," Kian replies, kisses brushing across her cheek and jaw again.

"Okay!.."

Lips pursing he takes a deep breath and strips down, grimacing as his hand comes to his side again, and he looks at it in the mirror, frowning at the large bruise forming. He looks away before his gaze could travel to the scars and he moves to the bath, dunking himself without testing the water first. A quiet hiss escapes as he sink down, head resting against the edge as his eyes close.

"Belladonna is the name I was given. Yours?"

"Like the beautiful poisoned flora," he murmurs, eyes bright as the shirt goes and he grins, a hand brushes her cheek. "Kian." His hand trails and finds the hem of her shirt, thumbs tracing circles on her hips.

He soaks for a while, nearly dozing before he jerks at the image of a poltergeist and the water sloshes. He hisses again and slowly pushes himself up, muscles almost too relaxed and limp to do so.

"The one and only. You gonna do something with that?"

"Yup." He lifts it over her head, spinning it on a finger before tossing it away. "Removing it."

"Are you alright?..."

Ace takes a breath as he sits on the edge of the tub a moment. "I'm alright," he croaks, spinning and stepping out before he grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist, hand on his side. "Although I forgot to grab something clean to wear." The latter he adds more to himself, a hand running over his face in his carelessness.

"Perfect, my kind of man."

Kian grins, letting out a sigh with an arched brow. "That pleases me," he murmurs at her remark.

"Oh... Is it safe for me to come in?..."

"I'm covered," he replies, picking up his clothes and puts them into a hamper for later.