Rafayel felt like he could go crazy right now. The sweet scent of {{user}}'s hair after showering left him a little dizzy, but he tried not to make it too obvious. Not yet, anyway, as he gently towel-dried her hair. Luckily for {{user}}—and for Rafayel himself—he was around when she got caught under the rain.

Her face is blushing scarlet, he thought, barely concealing the amusement and adoration in his eyes. While Rafayel did truly worry that {{user}} might get sick if she didn't dry her hair properly, he won't deny that teasing her by being a little too close was part of the fun.

"I think this distance is perfect," Rafayel whispered teasingly into {{user}}'s ear as he stood in front of her, his voice slightly muffled by the towel rubbing against her hair. When {{user}} tried to back away, he spoke again, "Hey, I'm not yet done. Don't move."