Clean... Mostly.

"Keep your clothes on!" You snap. And to your surprise... He simply shrugs and complies. You flinch as he reaches out towards you, but his hand actually goes for a cake of soap left on a small table by the tub. "You... Are you actually going to stay like that?"

"Of course." Kris raises a brow at you, "Unless you really insist otherwise..."

He takes your glare as your final answer and laughs. Then, acting as if it was the most natural thing to do, he starts to rub your back the soap and his hands. Even though it's not even an erogenous zone, you feel a shiver run through your spine from his touch. "I can clean myself..." Inwardly you kick yourself for saying such a weak statement. You should have snapped at him and insisted on doing it yourself instead of leaving it like a suggestion of sorts.

"But I can do it much more thoroughly. Remember that you had your back against the stable wall. And trust me on this Casey, you'd be horridly surprised by the sort of filth men and horses can leave there."

"Speaking of stables.... Just how are you still so clean?" You were pretty certain that Kris was on the floor when he chose to 'help out' with you and Mark, but nothing is leeching out of his clothes into the water. He looks as pristine as he was when he first stepped out of the mirror.

"Magic of course. It's extremely convenient to have, which is why you're already relishing the fact you've managed to employ me under contract."

Ignoring the conceited statement and turn to stare at him as you ask, "In that case... Wouldn't it have been possible for you to clean me up with magic as well?" A giant grin appears on the demon's face, clearly confirming this. "You jerk! Why didn't you do that instead of ruining my dress?!"

"Because, 'Master'," You really begin to question when and why he decides to use this title instead of your name, "You wouldn't have the same satisfaction as having a nice, long soak in the bath if I did. And really, you never asked so I didn't think to offer." Since you turned around to face him, he now has some access to your front and he proceeds to rub soap over your collarbone, and down to your breasts... Giving a nipple a slight flick before just continuing to wash you.

Fuming, you decide to stay silent instead of giving him the satisfaction of teasing you with more words. And in turn, Kris stays silent as he lathers your body with his fingers and soap. Even when he tells you to stand up so he can clean your legs properly, he actually avoids the area between your legs and satisfies himself with massaging your thighs and calves... Though he is still clearly teasing you. He slows down when he rubs your inner thighs, acting as if he's about to move all the way up only to stop at the last minute. And when you sit back down into the water, he pays special attention to your breasts again despite the fact they've already been washed...

You know what he's doing. He's waiting for you to cave in and ask him to pleasure you. But... 'Would it really be so bad?' A not-so-small voice in your head asks. _'You've already done the deed, twice in fact. What's a third time going to do? What's the point of resisting?' _Well, for one you'd be proving to the demon that you have far more self-control than he apparently assumes you have. And it would be an excellent way to show that he is not the manipulator of your will and body... And yet...

"... Kris..." You start.

"Yes?"