"That is not entirely true," he said softly.
I closed my eyes as I turned on the water. Damn it, why couldn’t I just stop thinking such stupid thoughts? "Why isn’t it?"
"I care for your safety. I care that you are not looking after yourself properly."
"Only because my carelessness could affect your mission." I stepped into the shower and simply stood there for a moment, letting the hot water sluice down my body, washing away the worst of the sewer grime as well as the remnants of my clothing. Then I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "You know, we’ve had this argument before. I really need to get over it, don’t I?"
"Yes."
I grinned and glanced at him over my shoulder. He was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed and his expression dispassionate. Valdis sat in her sheath, yet little amber fireflies of energy flew around her hilt. Not indicating his anger, I thought, but something else—though what that something else might be, I had no idea.
I grabbed the shampoo and tried to concentrate on the mundane task of washing my hair rather than the very unmundane[] man behind me. "Did you find anything on the body?"
"Nothing at all."
"What do you mean, nothing?" I said, a little confused.
"No wallet, no identification, no phone, nothing."
I frowned. "What about a holster?"
"No."
"Why would he have a gun and not a holster?"
I was thinking out loud rather than asking an actual question, but Azriel answered anyway.
"Maybe he doesn’t normally carry a gun and only grabbed it once he was running from you."