"You know the answer to that question!"
"Yes or fucking NO! Am I or am I not?" Fiona asked again with more intensity in her eyes, even as Fervor stared right at her as he replied without so much as blinking, standing there with his hands still coated with conditioner and soap with which he had used to wash her hair.
"You're not free, Fiona," he said as he opened his mouth to speak. His voice low but extremely clear that Fiona couldn't have mistaken the words he said as he said them.
After he spoke, there was clearly no need for any more words to be said between them, and soon they both dissolved into absolute silence.
A few minutes later, Fiona proudly signaled for a towel, no longer interested in stretching the bathing time longer than it had to be.
A slight sense of satisfaction rose on her face as she watched Fervor head over to get one for her.
