She came here to talk with some friends about her father.

As she was running towards the door to the kitchen, several thoughts came to you.

What if she thought you were an intruder?

What if she was an intruder, who had just taken the shape of Argent?

Forcing those thoughts down, you focused on appearing calm and collected for when she got here.

It was only stupid to waste time worrying about such a thing…

Yes, stupid.

The fact that you were gathering a ball of energy in your hand, ready to throw it at the first sign of aggression didn’t mean anything!

Soon enough, she came through the door.

She was shaking and looked absolutely miserable.

Instantly, the ball went away.
How could you have thought that she was evil!

Look at her!

She was dripping wet!

What kind of villain would voluntarily do such a thing just for the off chance that they would be let in at such a time?

However, before you could give her the towel, you couldn’t help but notice that she looked rather nice like that, with the clothes dripping…

No!

Do not think about such a thing!

She is an ally!
An ally!

Even though her legs looked like they would feel so good wrapped around…

No!

Fighting those damn thoughts down, you noticed that she looked at you and that she, despite herself, was smiling slightly.

Coming to grips with yourself, you looked at her.

“Ah…
I am sorry, I did not hear what it was you said.
Would you mind repeating it?”

Nice, you congratulated yourself.

That is how they are supposed to be dealt with.

With professionalism and calmness.

Her smile widened slightly.

“I asked you if you could give me that towel you promised me…”

You couldn’t help but shudder.

New Zealand.
There could be no sexier accent.
French didn’t even come close…

Of course, you might be biased, seeing such an incredibly hot woman in front of you…

Shaking yourself out of those thoughts, you noticed that she was looking at you, seemingly even more amused.

“Yes!
Yes!!
Sorry!
I forgot about that!”

Sigh.
You mentally slap yourself.

So much for appearing to be calm and collected.
Well, there was nothing to do about it now.

You quickly handed her the towel.

As she took it with a smirk still on her lips, she started to wash her hair first, unknowingly bending down slightly, to make it easier to get all of her hair dried.

…She HAD to be doing this to taunt you as punishment for looking before!

As you fought with yourself over if you should or should not look, you decided to talk about something… Anything to get your mind off of her body being shown off like this…

“So…why are you here?”

A safe question, right?

Apparently, no.

She froze in the middle of drying her hair, and then slowly stood up, taking the towel away from her hair.

As you desperately tried to say something, anything to get her to understand that you did not want to intrude, she merely looks at you.

She seemed to have tears in her eyes.

“He hates me” she said simply.

…
Ah.
It figured.
She has a boyfriend.

Of course.
There is no way such a beauty could be single.
How stupid of you.

“He…was a criminal, so I had to do the right thing…I HAD to!
But…now he doesn’t want to talk to me…his own daughter!”
She looked away as she said this.

Yeah that…Wait, daughter?

Despite yourself, you were happy that she had looked away.

It would have been really hard to hide that smile that was on your face if she hadn’t.

As she started to sob, though, the good feeling went away.

What kind of bastard were you, who smiled when a girl was hurting this much?

Before you even know what had happened, you were behind her, wrapping your arms around her.

“I…I’m sorry I asked…”

She looks up at you…