Workin' at the CAR WASH!

At this point, Einar was already shaking from anger, and the antics of two girls after what had happened only served to rile him up even more, albeit for different reasons. Cheeto's shy behaviour irritated him because it showed no signs of apology, only those of pure embarrassment, while Dorito seemed to be having far to much fun with it all.

The two girls simply continuing to clean the car also threw him off, as he found himself simply standing there, still irritated, still angry, and slightly humiliated himself, but doing nothing about it. And to simply continue to clean the car himself was out of question. He was in half mind of simply leaving then and there without even looking back, and pretending that none of this had ever happened, however, the orders that were given to him by Princess William held him tightly in place.

Thus when he was told not to mind Cheeto at all, he simply tsked and looked away, only to turn around to glare at the orange-haired girl as she called him 'darling'.

You shall not dare call me anything of that sort ever again. he threatened, though his threat lacked in conviction as his voice was neither angry nor loud, and somehow, he had to wonder, how even after six hundred years of life he still found himself confused by the antics of woman, especially one this young.

And I have no intention of holding you up anywhere as well. he said with a grimace on his face, reaching immediately for the roof, before he realised that he was probably giving the girls just what they had wanted-a very nice view if his back side.

And Einar was indeed more aware of Dorito's hungry look on his back side. He tried to ignore them, though, both the girl and the feeling the girl's look was stirring deep within his gut. It was not that he was not used to the attention, he had had his fair share of lovers during the long six hundred years that he had lived, rarely refusing anybody who showed honest attraction to him if he was to be honest with himself. It was just that it had been a long time since he had even though about it (more then seventy years now that he was forced to look back on it by those leering looks), let alone since anybody had looked at him so openly...hungry. It flustered him, and when he was flustered, he instinctively became angry as well. Dorito's last comment broke something inside him though, and he could feel his Everchangable shift into something else, not another personality per se, but certainly another side of it. And he didn't have many sides in which he was shy.

Actually. he said, turning around towards the girls, his own clothing wet as well and clinging to him like a second skin. I'd be happy to...hold you. he said, with a grin of his own.

Don't worry. Einar laughed at the flustered girl in front of him, his words coming out lazy and slow, almost seductive, yet just as sharp as ever. It was a strange combination, one that, as well as many other things about him, was a consequence of his power that he could not control. Knowing that it was the Everchangable that was at fault for all of this somehow never helped control it.

I'll be good. he promised the girl as he lied his hands on her hips, picking her up. There was nothing immodest about his touch, his hands lying at the same place where a man would hold his partner in one of the old dances, and it certainly wasn't her butt as her sister had suggested...but it was almost there, dancing on the edge of something more.

You wanted to clean the windscreen, right? he asked, as he pulled her further into the air.

Of course. the man answered as the goblin girl in his arms asked him to lift her to the roof, doing so as gently as he could, while musing over what her sister has said in his head. It had been a long time since he had laid with anybody, maybe even more then a century, he wasn't sure. Some of his memories were crystal clear; others nothing more than a hazy fog, and the last time he had been with a woman was a prime example of the other category. When and where were completely lost on him, and even who wasn't as clear as he would like it to be. Thus, Cheeto squirmed in his arms, cleaning the roof, he decided that yes, he just might give in. Though, not in the car. He did not like the machines, no matter how similar to carriages they were.

I have a distinct feeling that the owner of the car would not like what he would find there afterwards. he said, a small smile on his lips. My rooms, however, are fairly close. Into the city, and within walking distance. He might be a student here officially, but he refused to stay at the campus.

I would like if you would join me there. he said, realizing to late that he was still holding Cheeto while giving in to the poor girl's sister's seductions. Somehow, he had a feeling that that was just a bit more than awkward for her.