You watched from the bed as Soap dipped his hands in a bowl of water before coming over to you, finally touching you. “Why do you always do that before you touch me?” You ask.

He smiled as his hands caressed your thighs. “All the blood on my hands, if I was a religious man I would consider myself a horrible sinner. You, are my angel. I cleanse my hands with holy water before touching you. You deserve clean hands, hm angel?”