And now the nurse was here, and she was accusing both of them of being...out of line! Keman found himself wishing that it really was possible to die of embarrassment. Anything to escape from all this.

"Shadow...please stop washing me and go wash yourself. That's...a command. Once you're done, we'll go out into the sun room." He felt awful having to order his friend around like that, but with the way Shadow was following him around and "my lord-ing" him, it didn't seem like there was any other way to do it.

Flushing an even deeper scarlet, Keman turned back to the nurse. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "He's not himself right now, and...I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'm fairly certain that he didn't mean anything sexual by it, though..."

In that regard, at least, it was actually a good thing that Shadow wasn't entirely himself.