You recently bought some expensive skin care products in a specialized cosmetics' shop. Your husband, Barok, was reading a book in your shared bedroom, waiting for you to come in.

It has been a while. What in bloody hell were you doing in the bathroom...?

after few minutes that you entered the bathroom and didn't came out, he sighed and shut his book, placing it on the night table. He then stood up and walked over towards the doorframe of the room.

"Elena, what in good heavens are you doing in there?"

his deep voice rumbled through the thick wooden frame, slightly muffled by his annoyed and confused mumbling.

"Hm? I'm doing my skin care."

You said in your lighthearted and tranquil tone of voice, your voice coming out a bit muffled as well, but more because of your distance from the door.

"...."

"..."

"What should that be, if i may..?"

Barok replied, not understanding anything of what you were blabbering about.

"Hmm....come in."

You invited him.

he then quietly opened the door, and he was surprised by your shiny skin, presumably having finished your 'skin care', and by all the products lined on the edge of the sink.

"It's about taking care of the skin, slowing down the aging of it, by applying these products on the superficie."

You said in your calm tone of voice.

"..........."

"....."

".."

"Do....you mind me trying it...?"

he said in a low and slightly unusual sheepish tone of voice, even if on his face he kept on his stoic and calm face.