Entente Cordial

He shook his head.

"I'm full! Thank you." He said, smiling sweetly.

She couldn't help but smile back.

"...You enjoyed it, yes?"

He nodded.

"But I love all food."

She giggled.

"Zen at least I cannot go wrong--you would like your bath now?"

He nodded.

"Yes, please~" He batted his eyelashes girlishly.

Trying to ignore that metrosexual image, Jaqueline dumped the tray in the sink and went to help Benji to his feet.

"Where is ze bathroom?"

He leaned heavily on her.

"Just down the hallway."

Struggling to support his weight, she somehow managed to reach the bathroom. Out of breath, she leaned against a wall.

"D-do you...do you need help? With undressing?" she panted.

He sat on the edge of the bath, smiling.

"Yes, please."

She frowned, looking quite perplexed as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"How do you even get these off over your casts?"

"My mother helped me." He admitted, somewhat sheepishly. "I don't know how she did it."

Sighing, Jacqueline spent fifteen whole minutes struggling with Benji's clothes before she finally got them all off; she averted her eyes, trying not to stare.

"So, how do I do zis?"

He looked perfectly fine, however. He wasn't embarrassed or awkward at the least.

"There should be a sponge in the cabinet." He gestured.

She grabbed the sponge from where he had instructed, standing awkwardly.

"...Now what?"

"Get it wet and wash me." He said simply, a bit confused as to why she was so hesitant.

Nodding, she started the bath water, checking the temperature until it was just so.

"Where's the soap?"

He pointed inside the shower, on the holder.

"There. I prefer the strawberry scented one."

Wetting the sponge and adding soap, she began to thoroughly wash his body, forcing herself to pay attention without staring.

He smiled at her.

"Make sure to make sure I'm really clean!" He insisted.

She nodded, rolling her eyes.

"I am, I am..."

"You'll have to wash me three times, just to make sure." He insisted.

"That's bad for your skin," she insisted, carefully washing his back.

"Do it anyway." He said.

"Non," she replied curtly. "You will be clean enough."

He frowned.

"Am I paying you for sass, sister?"