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Jasmine can feel him tensing, and start into a sort of panic. She doesn't manage to move from his lap until he finally decides it's time to get up, though. There's always the off chance he may have calmed down. Both her and Prince Charming watch Rhine as he stumbles away and fumbles with the doorknob.

"Alright," Jasmine says carefully watching him go.

Pretty sure she knows what's going on, she can't help but feel a little pleased. Especially with all that she's found out lately. If Rhine is heard going from Jasmine's room to the bathroom, there's no sign of it yet.

Jasmine laughs to herself after Rhine leaves, and when she hears the water running. Then she laughs with Prince Charming, who she picks up and carries over to the short table in the corner. The table is short enough that if you sit on the floor you're at a comfortable level to write on it, for it's obviously something from her childhood. With a smile on her face, she leans back against the wall as best she can without hurting her wings, and sets the cat on her lap.

"Rhine's so silly, huh, Charming?" she coos, petting the cat.

She watches the door when she hears him leave the bathroom, waiting for him to come back. When he comes in, she is not infact still sitting on the bed but on the floor- which may be lucky. She can't even frown properly when he comes in and turns away.

"Are you sure?" she asks, scratching Prince Charming's ears. Her tone is understanding, she doesn't want to force him to stay, but she wouldn't mind if he did, despite any trouble..

Jasmine raises an eyebrow at his appearance, though she doesn't comment. She also notices the look that Rhine is giving Prince Charming. As a matter of fact, even Prince Charming notices and bristles his fur a bit- the strange green and yellow person is acting, well, strange.

She even looks thoughtful for a split second, but quickly hides it knowing that now isn't the time to lead him on like that. For one, the house is full of people, many of them young people, and her mother.

"Now's not the time for that kind of thing, Rhine," she says matter-of-factly, and almost in a scolding tone, "If you have to go, then you can go. You've already spent a great deal of the day with me."

Jasmine smiles at him.

The only sounds in the seconds it takes Rhine to sweep Jasmine off the floor and through a mirror is a surprised gasp from Jasmine and an angry yowl from Prince Charming as he is thrown from Jasmine's lap to the floor. When she feels the fluttering feeling of her surroundings changing from her room to his she shuts her eyes, and keeps them shut.

Back in Jasmine's room, Prince Charming has retreated to underneath the small table with a low, throaty growl- watching the spot that Jasmine and Rhine had disappeared from.

Jasmine, sitting in Rhine's lap, listens to what he says but she keeps her eyes closed. Even when Rhine pulls her chin so that they're eye to eye, she tries to keep her eyes closed but finds that she is compelled to open them- she can almost feel the stare through her eyelids. When her eyes open, they don't look very happy, which matches her expression. She says nothing, but stays deathly silent as he finishes his speech.

She can appreciate the fact that this was done to protect their privacy, but that doesn't mean she likes that he did it again. When he finishes talking, the first thing she does is climb from his lap. Then standing on the floor, she straightens out her clothes.

"The ball's in my court?" she snaps back, despite his purr, "I don't think I've had much of a say ever, Rhine. I told you this morning when you whisked me away not to do it, no matter how private this matter is. You have to find a better way to control yourself, and I don't think me scolding you is going to help."

She crosses her arms.

"If it's so important to you, then we'll do what you want," she says, "It's your decision." Surprising as her offer may be, and though it could be a trick, she sounds genuine (though not pleased). What this best conveys, though, is that this subject isn't as consuming/important to her as Rhine's mind/body makes it to him.

Jasmine watches Rhine, keeping her arms crossed the whole time. Her eyes do wander from his, though only briefly. She focuses her stare on his face, and then the back of his head as he leaves the room half naked. Of course, he gives her the choice again.

When he's left the room, she doesn't do anything right away.

I'm mad, she reminds herself. Angry. Does he deserve to get what he wants? Will it really make anything better? Worse? She rolls her eyes at herself, the offer was only valid if she got an answer. Though, she supposes, walking out of the room half naked with an invitation to the shower sounds like a yes.

She snorts aloud at the comments he makes, hearing only the hypocritical side of what he says. He claims to have no control, but what he says those things like he does.

After several moments hesitation, she does leave Rhine's room and head for the bathroom. What exactly she's thinking is unclear, but she goes.

She stands outside the shower for a moment, watching his bubbly hair.

Ice cold, eh? That explains some of the control, perhaps. Who knows what he's thinking, though. She does her best to avoid looking anywhere but his head, but soon caves- deciding to just go with it. She undresses, knowing wet clothes would cause more suspicion at home, and steps in at the end away from the showerhead.

"Oh, it is cold," she shivers almost right away, shaking her head.

Jasmine's wings fold over her shoulders like a cloak while the water is still cold, shivering silently as she stands there. She puts a clawed hand on the wall to keep her balance, and then sighs when the water warms up. Even when the water is warmer, her wings stay over her shoulders.

"Better," she nods, though he can't see it. She does nothing but watch the hand of his with the soap in it, glancing at his tail as well.

Jasmine can't help but laugh when he asks, looking back at his closed eyes. The way he stands and the snorting is rather amusing.

"You know I haven't closed my eyes," she says, "If you want to, you can open yours."