Kell frowned slightly at the tap, then seemed to catch her meaning, drawing a deeper breath and straightening up, sliding from the warmth of the bed to head to the basin, where he poured water from a pitcher to rinse his face, run through his hair, leaving it still a touch rumpled, but presentable.

He no longer wore it in a way that had it falling into his eye. Slowly but surely, Hakkyuu had changed that, and it had stuck.

"... if you insist, then I am sure Calla will find something," Kell answered, thinking on the debts yet to be repaid. Perhaps he would check on those as well. "But it would be no issue for me to take care of it."

He knew Neria would refuse, but he had to say so. Had to.