Pot and Kettle

Aoife had gone silent and, based on the look she gave him, Sebastian knew he'd be having to deal with this. It wasn't a look he'd seen often, but enough that he'd understood the meaning. With a sigh, he was finally freed enough to disentangle himself from her as she slipped below the waterline.

What he couldn't do, however, was resist the urge to brush his fingers up along her bare stomach before he completely removed himself from the water. A smirk tugged at his lips before he leaned back, shaking more water away from his face and eventually his arm.

He rocked back on his heels and sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose with his wet hand. Bodil, please. What was he going to say? Remind her he was an adult and didn't have rules or curfews to abide by? That on top of it he was a prince that could go where he pleased and do as he pleased?

You needn't shadow my every step, I am quite capable of handling myself. Was he really, though?

At movement from the tub, he cut his gaze over toward Aoife. She clearly wasn't going to say anything else, though, and he looked back at his former nanny. Sebastian struggle, though, with what to say next? Did he just accept whatever Bodil was going to throw at him? Did he try to offer an innocent explanation?

I was helping her wash her hair, he finally settled on. It wasn't a lie. I tried to shift and lost my balance, nothing to fuss over. It wasn't a total lie. An exaggeration, perhaps. Balance lost by an outside cause was still balance lost, after all.