Faith didn’t once bother to answer him while he worked, not about to divulge even a bit of that part of her to the reckless Russian. Even just a small showing of the monster within obviously had the man near brim full with wonder. That was something dangerous enough in itself without her indulging him.
"Sure, let’s go with that." She snorted turning to follow him out the door.
Yasha willingly led her along, towards the exit, before veering sharply into another private bath. If she didn’t want to share her monster with him now, fine. He was still going to take advantage of his time with her in a downright steamy room.
He offered her an innocent look, spinning around to face her and meander backwards toward the bath. “My hands are all bloody. I don’t think the Masters would appreciate dirty hands. I need to clean them.” he pointed out, before promptly stripping out of his shirt.