Water sprayed out from the overhead nozzle, the initial cold temperature made Dante jump and suppress a yelp. A soft grumble left his lips as he reached for the body wash for the second time that day. Yes, this had been his second shower of the day. Had he gone on a mission and came back covered in various demon organs he wouldn't have minded but the most he had done today was stare down the pizza guy for getting his order wrong. The half demon made sure to lather and scrub every inch of his muscled body before stepping under the warm water. He repeated the same with his short hair, spending much more time on the disheveled mop than his normal five seconds. After rinsing out he reached for the conditioner. Conditioner...he had never heard of conditioner much less would spend money on the froofy, girly stuff. Yet here he was slicking it through his hair and waiting the recommended time for maximum silkiness. He had to admit, it made his hair feel good, but it was still girly, froofy crap he didn't need.

Dante carefully stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with the fairly new fluffy towel. His old one had been deemed unusable and discarded to his dismay. His eye scanned the spotless bathroom before he sighed and switched on the faucet, grabbing one of the toothbrushes nestled in the holder off to the side. Azure eyes looked over the toothpaste before glaring. There had been nothing wrong with the toothpaste he had...oh wait, it wasn't super-duper-whitening-bleach-for-your-teeth-burns-like-hell-should-be-illegal formula. Eh, at least it was mint flavor. The devil hunter brushed and flossed so thoroughly it would give a dentist a run for his money.

After brushing his hair (with a special natural oil distributing brush that probably cost and arm and a leg) and with a last squirt of the hand sanitizer that was present on the counter as of late, Dante finally made his way to the bedroom, depositing the towel in a nearby hamper rather than on the floor. Lips curled into a smile as gray eyes looked over the half demon. A soft chuckle was released upon sight of the great Dante Sparda pouting in annoyance.

"I took a shower, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and used hand sanitizer. Can I touch you now?" asked Dante, slightly irritated.

Credo eyed him for a bit longer before pulling him onto the bed. "You may." he answered simply before pulling the devil hunter close and allowing his lips to make contact on the clean neck. "You know," grumbled Dante, "I've changed my lifestyle a lot for you. The place is clean and I bathe myself more than a cat does-" his sentence was cut off by Credo biting down softly on his shoulder. A small moan escaped the silver haired's lip before his body shivered. "Besides, I get all clean just to get dirty with you again. Not that I'm complaining but it seems a little pointless."

The Knight chuckled and pressed his lips against his lover's. "Don't you know that the best part about being clean, is having fun getting dirty again." Dante wasn't even given time to react before Credo pounced.