Oh please, you don't need to flirt with me to get me to do whatever you want.

[Now he can't help but laugh, despite this being very wishful thinking, yet can't help but be a brat. And boy was it wishful thinking.

If only, if only. But he stomps that out for the moment as he takes the shower head. He gave contented hums with the warm water hitting him as well as his hair getting brushed through. It's relaxing and admittedly he could nap right there, but doesn't.]

I think there's something right at the back by my neck, it's scratchy. I think it's a twig that broke into tiny pieces.