Shatter was the right word for it. The tension had been perfect for a short time, but like delicate glass it broke and fell around them into shards and small pieces. The odd thing about it was, Keelan couldn't even muster disappointment that it had. Fae's laugh was ugly but genuine, and though he didn't know what exactly he said to cause it, the sound warmed him. Even made him smile softly. "You will have to tell me later what made you laugh like that, so I can do it again."

Then Fae reacts so deliciously to Keelan's teasing and he thinks that somehow they've managed to get that tension back. Only to have him be scolded for calling himself a whore. That, he feels frustrated over. Not explicitly for being chastised, but because no matter how much time passed he would always be a whore. The things that happened back in that room would always stay with him. His knowledge would always be useful for something. But the frustration wasn't just over that. Some of it came from being thrown off his game twice in a row, which didn't tend to happen.

He was about to open his mouth in protest, when he felt the sponge on his face. Immediately Keelan squeezed his eyes shut and let Fae slip from his grasp, albeit reluctantly. He blew past the bubbles, eyes opening only after he reached up to wipe them from his face.

"Somehow, I feel like that was a dirty trick to keep me quiet." Keelan's mind turned to watching water droplets fall down Fae's body, wanting to lick them from him, and absolutely not ashamed by his own open ogling of the other man. But he didn't. Instead, he turned his gaze elsewhere so that Fae could patch himself up and sunk further into the water to keep himself from doing anything that would hamper that.

Only his nose, eyes, and knees were above the surface now, looking to the world like an alligator waiting to snap at his prey. Albeit a pouty one.