Wounded animal, he is such a wounded animal. Lakshmi drops the soap into the water les she take the option that seems more fond, right now, and pegging it at his head because perhaps that will make him listens. Instead, she pushes herself up on the edge of the bathtub. Hooking her hands on the flat wood and holding still in the cool air that sends gooseflesh rippling over her shoulder as the breeze hits water sodden skin. Leaning forward over the ledge of it, closer to him. The drip, drip, drip steady off the few pieces of unbound hair over her shoulder.

"That I care, you obstinant man. Or must I walk out there and shout it at every single person, since telling you is apparently pointless? They will at least hear me the first time."