Eric

*Softly* Then perhaps I can manage to bother you

*His eyes narrow, the muscles in his jaw clenching, as if he's trying to hold back a growl. His tone is sharp* 'I said, I can manage.'

*Slyly* Oh there's no question about how capable you are.... *I set the towel in the hook next to the bath*

*A flash of annoyance crosses his face, and he turns away, his expression hardening once again. He doesn't say anything as he sits there in the bath, letting the silence hang heavy in the air between you two. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice cold and dismissive* Go ahead and do what you came here for.

I gently reach out and touch a gnarly scar on his shoulder gingerly.

*He flinches slightly at the touch, his body tensing up at the unexpected contact. His eyes narrow and his expression darkens as he turns to look at you, his voice hard* What are you doing?