When he heard her push through the door, he turned to look at her, his eyes widening to see the blood now decorating her smooth skin. "What--?" he started to ask before comprehension dawned on him. At first, Cade automatically assumed that his worst fears had come true - that something had gotten her out there, despite him not hearing a ripple of fear in her heartbeat. But then the scent of it and her shy smile registered to him and he realized right away that it wasn't hers but Spiegel's blood.
The body. His clothes. Of course. If the brethren were to reasonably accept a story such as this, it'd not only make sense for his clothes to be dirtier than they were - or rather, had been a few minutes ago - but it'd also get rid of any residual scent of her juices left on him. The girl was not only amazingly beautiful - she was a genius.
His expression relaxing to one of understanding, Cade still gave her a sympathetic grin as he ran his hand through his damp hair once more. When she'd first walked through the door, he'd thought... But now seeing that she wasn't hurt and just "painted" he felt something else stir within, her smooth, pale skin taking on a new erotic look when paired with blood.
"Thank you for doing that..." he said, his raspy voice slightly laughing as he neared her, arms seeking to envelope her despite the gore on her body. "I didn't realize what you meant when you first offered; if I had, I would have done it myself to save you the trouble."
He was closer now, towering over her, breathing deeply, hands gentle as they moved over her sides and his lips smiling and brushing lightly at her forehead. "You should let me help you clean up..to thank you..." he said softly with a bit of heat entering his voice.
His thumb hovering near her pert breast swirled over her nipple in a small unnoticeable gesture before drawing away and he smirked lewdly down at her, his blood heating already just to touch her naked skin again. His other hand went behind her where her hair still clung to it's braid, fingers gently playing with the ends of her hair as they swirled over her lower back just above her buttocks. His body was already responding to the contact, his dick growing semi-hard, but he did not intend to have sex with her again - he just wanted to touch her, MORE.
Bending down to kiss her, unmindful of the blood on her cheek, his hands both caressed her body, smoothing down over her buttocks before lifting underneath her and opening her legs around him. Cradling her against his body and continuing to kiss her neck - their bodies pressed close together and getting himself dirty as well - he carried her to the bathroom, humming lightly in his throat to feel the warmth between her legs pressed against his lower abdomen.
Once inside the bathroom, he stopped kissing her long enough to navigate them over to the tub, smiling crookedly as he turned on the water again. Setting her down so she could stand, he let the spray hit himself and clear away the current blood before switching places with her, his hands moving delicately over where her stomach and chest had been stained, the red turning a milky, diluted color as the water came in contact with it. Standing behind her, his manhood unobtrusively rubbing into her backside and the small of her back, he kissed at her shoulder as his fingertips guided the water over her breasts and neck, idolizing every inch of her skin that he could get his hands on.