As he turned to walk back to the bed and at Nicco’s mention of a bath he suddenly became aware of the itchy dried blood crusted on his back.
“A bath really does sound rather good I must say.”
At Niccolette’s suggestion he paused, baths forgotten, could he do it? Could her really fake Genevieve’s death?
“Would that work? I mean I have money, so paying off a doctor wouldn’t be an issue. I’m not sure I could tell another person, even a doctor…”
However when Niccolette offered to wash his back his mouth went dry once more and a flush came up his chest from under the bandages and to his neck and his pale cheeks bloomed with heat.
“I.. yes.”
His eyes went to where Niccolette’s robe had slipped and he struggled to pull his gaze back to her eyes. Then he said softly.
"I think I would like that."