Seduction

He didn't ask anything. 

Delilah kept following his every movement. From the way he held her in his arms, brought her to his room, took her straight to the bathroom, and placed her in the hot water bathtub, pouring clean water onto her to wash her gently, she observed everything like a hawk. 

He held her gently, with the kind of care that she always craved. 

"Won't you ask anything?" She whispered after some time. 

It bothered her that he wasn't curious whether she activated her powers, what happened in the witch kingdom, the process, and what she did. It bothered her that he was doing everything so quietly, and Delilah pressed her lips into a thin line, a little annoyed. 

"Ask what?" he whispered, his voice cold and velvety. His words caressed her heart, and his crystal-blue eyes made her want to melt into him.

"Aren't you curious? About what happened," Delilah asked. 

Zephyr hummed.