Aamon walked toward the waterfall holding Denisa in his arms, he couldn't help but look at her and feel the urge to protect her with everything he has as if he was getting bewitched to her.
"It was not a bad deal after all," he says slowly leaving Denisa, on her feet under the waterfall and watching her hair and clothes get wet, caressing her cheeks with his thumb. The smell vanished as more water fell on her, and the risk of demons jumping on her washed away, but the risk of Aamon falling for her is rising rapidly.
Aamon was sure he would have killed every demon who touched her but it would have been a waste and he didn't want that, so he chose to take a shower with her holding her in his arms, in a snap he was back in the dungeon and Lucian was standing guard for him.
"Lucian"
"yes Master?"
"bring some clothes for the lady"
"yes Master"