Cassius paused just as he reached the threshold of his private bathroom, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the room as he turned back to Isabelle, his hand resting on the doorframe.
"You know, Isabelle." He said, his voice low and rough, tinged with a faint weariness. "I'm not really in the mood to eat right now. Not with all this blood on me kinda kills the appetite, so you can head back and get some rest. I'm just gonna wash this mess off and sleep and do nothing else tonight." He tilted his head, his eyes softening as they met hers. "I don't wanna see any dark patches under those pretty eyes of yours because you're staying up late worrying about me."
He stepped back, one foot crossing into the bathroom's cool tiled floor, the promise of a hot bath tugging at him—until a sudden, gentle grip on his arm stopped him dead.
