You shout at him and Howl flinches, his lips parting and brows furrowing together as if he wasn't aware of how unpleasant he truly was. Rude, self-centred, arrogant? Please, that didn't sound like him at all.

"There's no need for such unpleasantness, darling!" He bellows in return, that coy smile angering you even further. Howl barely has time to reach a conclusion with you before ice cold water is dripping from his body, the bucket clutched tightly in your hands.

"My hair!" He practically screeches, already running for the mirror. His lips pull back into a scowl before he throws the displeased expression at you.

"Look what you've done!"