Thora glanced at Saphen, then suddenly raised his hand and pinched Saphen's lips between his index and middle fingers. "Pout them any more and I'll just cut them off."
Saphen hurriedly stepped back, lifting his hand to brush at his lips over and over, looking as if he were afraid of catching some kind of virus.
"Did you even wash your hands, you bastard?"
Seeing Saphen's slightly furrowed brows and those eyes a little wet with anger, Thora couldn't help but smile. He put on an expression of surprise and looked at his own hand. "Oh, sorry. Let me wipe it for you."
"You really didn't wash your hands? What's on your hand?" Saphen shouted, retreating again and again.
"Alright, stay still and let me clean it." Thora held Saphen in place, his large, steady hand making it impossible for Saphen to dodge even a little.
Thinking that he couldn't see anything anyway, Saphen could only tilt his head up slightly, still muttering nonstop, "Is your hand clean or not…"
