Hurrying back to your guys' hotel, the pouring rain outside seemingly isolates you two from the rest of the world. "It's so cold..." you say. Rafayel leads you into the bathroom. He draws a bath, and the warm water releases a comforting steam. You look at him. "Is it hard to think of an answer to my question?" you ask. "I'm wondering if How To Care For A Lemurian would be easier...Or would it be quicker to tell you 1,001 Lemurian stories?" he muses.

You blink. "Don't you know the consequences of the second option? If the ruler hears the same story again, the storyteller will be-" Afraid he wouldn't tell you anything, you pretend to make a serious cutthroat gesture. "Guess who's the one who falls into the trap without realizing it," he says. He places his hand on your shoulder, touching the damp jacket.

"You can be my caretaker," he says. "And I can tell you 1,001 stories. I'm okay with every choice you provide." When his hand touches the strap inside the coat, he freezes, coughs, and pulls his hand away. "But you should take a hot bath first. " A quietness settles in the air. "Do you want me to stay?" he asks softly. Soaked, he looks at you, the emotions in his eyes inscrutable. "You can spare me the details, but there's something you should tell me," you say. "How do you Lemurians express love?"

He abruptly grabs your wrist, pulling you to his side in the water. His and your clothes are still intact. "When Lemurians fall in love, all their senses are committed to that person." In curiosity, you reach up and tap his bottom lip. He grabs your hand, pausing your movement. You grip his chin, studying him before letting go and trailing your hand down his chest. His breath hitches, then becomes heavy as he watches you. "Are all humans idiots?" he asks.