He had told Elian not to clean himself just so he could clean him!
Elian appreciated the help, but he wasn't comfortable with getting naked in front of someone he didn't like. It stripped him of whatever dignity he had left.
As he walked down the stairs, he could feel Lucien's gaze behind him—a dark, intense gaze that had him feeling like he was still naked in the bath.
He knew the Duke only offered his help because he needed him... for two reasons now: as a truth seeker, and for his body.
He didn't know how the second one happened, but it happened, and each second, he prayed his wrist never healed. That way, he wouldn't have to repay some sick favor to Lucien.
Elian pushed the door open, this time giving Finn a curt nod. "Good morning," he murmured.
Finn smiled slowly. "Good morning, Elian. How is your wrist?" he asked.
"Better," Elian replied, slowly resuming his walk.
Lucien appeared behind him, giving Finn a pointed look.
"Good morning, Your Grace," Finn bowed.
