"No, Señor, I will not allow it," Maria said, responding to Izaak's statement that he was staying with Gail during her bath. "The girl must have her dignity," she said, staring up at Izaak, refusing to back down.
"Maria," he said gently. "Mi señorita pequeño, I have seen her with out her clothes. I'm the one who rescued her. That's my jacket she's wearing. Now, if you want me to leave, you're going to have to make me." He hulked over her, crossing his arms. Maria, though, was undaunted. Before she could say anything, Gail spoke up, her voice startling both of them with its hollow, haunted quality.
"Maria, let him stay."
Maria reluctantly nodded, but pointed Izaak to a chair across the spacious bathroom. "Sit over there. I don't want the bath water mixing with your drool."
Izaak looked
