If he hadn’t currently been undressing a fae visually, he probably would have fawned over the little domestic interaction between Daeshim and Lavender. He might have even pouted over the way she was looking at him but as it were, the mention of a shower piqued his interest more than the rest.

Whether it was an invitation or not there were uh…safety…measures..that were in place. Even if he just made those up right this moment.

Hunter puts the last jar into the fridge and wipes his hands off, “I’ll make sure…” he glances at Lavender, “he doesn’t…slip or something…you know…safety for your half babies…I’ll be back…” and then he scuttles after Sungki because please.