Be friends

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Ave demanded as she felt him pull her to the floor, where she sat between his legs with his fingers already moving into her hair, drying it for her with the cloth while he massaged her scalp with his long fingers. It felt so good that Ave subconsciously closed her eyes and let out a moan.

"The weather is cold. Leaving your hair wet will make you end up falling sick," she heard him say as he continued to wipe her hair for her.

"Well, duh, I wouldn't have left it like that if you hadn't entered my room through the window or taken my maidservant away from me," she muttered in reply as she leaned back against him and allowed him to continue doing whatever he was doing to her hair. It felt so good she didn't want him to stop.