His sharp yet pleading look met your eyes, obviously he wanted you to wipe his face for him again. He promised he wouldn’t go on a rampage at the next meeting but those haughty nobles were just too unreasonable. “Dear… the next time it’ll definitely be sweat and not blood” He pursed his lips. ‘I’ll handle it without making an obvious mess next time’ He thought to himself. The man was aware that his lover only preferred caring for him when he was tired or took a shower– not so much after fighting.