Anyone would think a bird that scratch and pecks at the Master is a bad bird indeed, but Seiya figured she is rather antsy and fidgety being comfortable around him. Though with their bond together, he can't believe he has a few fantasies on his own.

"You're very good to me." He said. Well, there's not enough space in the shower stall as she spread her wings to full glory. But his breathing becomes deeper, the aroused kind of breathing when one is sexually excited. He rubbed and massaged her back, digging deep around the tense muscles.

Eventually, he wrapped his muscular arms around her, her soft breasts being brushed against his manly arms. The water from the shower makes his clothes soaked through. He placed his head on her neck.

"I can't get you out of my mind last night. Do you love me as much I love you?"

Maybe it's the heat she has, and he's responding to her, driving his own heat to his loins. The hot feeling is driving him crazy. He doesn't think he could stand it. As he speaks, his vision blocked by his wet bangs, he places his kisses on her throat, to see if he can make her coo some more. What's happiness? If it means holding his precious bird in his arms, then perhaps that's it.