Control

Or so she thought as Emir was simply brushing his teeth in the toilet.

Lyra showed a bright smile and approached him, her naked body hugging him from behind.

"Good morning."

Emir gurgled for a moment, then spat out water.

"Good morning, my beautiful jailer."

She giggled and let him go, approaching their dress cupboard.

"You know that you're a Seraphim now, right?"

Emir let out an "Ah," and put down his toothbrush.

"It's a habit, I don't know if I'll ever get used to not needing to wash myself."

'Or shit.' He added inwardly. 

"….That's understandable… and by the way… D-Did you do it with someone else while I wasn't looking?"

Emir coughed twice, almost choking.

'What the fuck is she on about?!'

'…Let's tease her a bit.'

"What if I did?"

Lyra paused mid-way through wearing her dress and looked back at Emir with shock.

"When? Who? How? Why? Why? WHY?!"