"For the sake of all the servants in the castle and myself, I hope you and the knights intend to have a long, warm bath when you are done. You are already sweating, and I have been told this is just the beginning of your training. Why are you coming toward me?" Ophelia asked, taking a step back.
"Why does it matter to you if I have a bath? You said you weren't sharing a bed with me," Dante said as he approached Ophelia.
"Yes, but I am to be in your presence. I fear there won't be enough water in the castle to clean you and the knights. You'll have to go elsewhere," Ophelia said, doing her best to avoid Dante's gaze.
"Why can't you look at me, Ophelia? Does my chest bother you, or are you still trying to ignore the attraction between us? I know you wish to understand your feelings, but it is not wrong for you to lust for me in the process," Dante said, touching Ophelia's chin to have her look at him.
