~ Advances ~

Listening to him speak about his past, about his sisters death, Annie did not say anything, she looked to the side and looked like she paid no heed to his words. When he finally left, she began to eat her meal.

Annie would sit on the floor, unable to get back on the bed until her foot healed; that would be another day or two, at the moment it was just her ankle stub.

All dinner ended up doing was adding stress to the already stressed military man. He ran a hand through his black hair as he put his dishes in the sink, green eyes squeezing shut as he released an agitated groan. Why was he doing this? Annie wasn't a nice girl and she wasn't particularly accommodating when it came to being a good disabled guest.

At this point it made more sense to hand her over to Erwin and the survey corps, sure she'd hate him and be irreversibly lose hope in the human spirit but she'd be out of his hair.

"Ha. That'd be the SMART thing to do." He chuckled at his own comment and then shook his head as his tired green eyes started at his reflection. No. He can't do that, his own twisted personal feelings spurred by his own fear of isolation wasn't going to let him do that. Not to mention he was somewhat attracted to this pain in the ass through a mixture of what he had to guess was hormones and the fact it has been awhile.

"When this is all over maybe I can manage a house call." The man muttered with a smirk as he walked back up his staircase and entered the room his disabled partner was sitting in. He walked over the room to grab the empty tray with a squeeze of his temples that told of his exhaustion with the day and the week in general; his eyes beginning to droop as he yawned.

Annie looked at him, still wearing the same underwear she wore for the past few days since she came downstairs before her attempted capture.

"I can't dress myself." She explained, not looking at him. She did not want to show any weakness but there was one right there. With only one arm fully able to be used and the other a stub above the elbow and with her leg in a state, she could take off her underware but not put it back on.

"I cannot get on the bed either. You will have to dress me." Finally looking at him with a stare that stated without words 'I only ask this because I cannot do it myself, and I would not ask if I couldn't. Don't enjoy this'

His eyes snapped open the moment that Annie mentioned she couldn't get dressed and then continued to say that he would have to do it. He met her stare with an owlish blink that turned into an annoyed squint to match his scowl, his head tilting downwards to rest in his palm. He didn't say anything as his face buried itself in his palm, but his heavy sigh as he reached down to pick up Annie said it all.

The bra she wore was not a normal womans bra, it was one which the Military used, like a sports bra mixed with a binder, it kept the breasts firmly against the chest to stop any movement during 3DM gear use.

He put her on the bed and took a seat on it with his knees propping him up, his hands quickly going to work in undoing the sports bra. It was unfastened quickly and then tossed to the side, the sweat that covered his hands bringing a grimace to his face. It'd only deepen as he caught sight of her slender back completely drenched in the same perspiration that'd been building.

She would raise her hands for him to unfasten the bra at the back then lift it above her head, a red flush on her face turning her as crimson as blood. Of course as a young girl she'd filled out nicely, Military food let a girl not go hungry or underfed, perky breasts stared at him with her pale white scar-less skin showing that her Titan healing powers could keep her pristine and perfect.

Laying back on the bed, she lifted both legs up, one full and the other ending at the ankle in a slightly smoking stump. Her underwear was a standard white panties, not crisp white anymore after almost a week and a half of wear.

Annie's face was looking to the side and avoiding his own gaze, she was as embarrassed by this as he was, maybe more.

It seemed that the girl had taken some care in her nether regions, even though she seemed uncaring about anyone else; she was still human and had human desires which had led her to one night shaving herself and leaving a V of blonde hair. After that she just kept it like that, 'just in case' of course.

She would need cleaning of course, she had not washed in a while and she could do this herself but she had stated before they started "You can wash me down too, if you wish. I need to be washed anyway"

She would open her legs for him to wipe her with the towel, almost like a child being cleaned. Damn this was embarrassing but it had some exhilaration in her heart, in her stomach.

"Make this a little easier for me and help me wash you down." He wouldn't turn to Annie with his command and merely turn his attention to washing her legs.

His eyes whether he liked it or not would take in the milky whiteness of her skin that was steadily cleansed by the cloth covered in soap and water. He could feel heat crawl along his spine and ignored the sensation as he cleansed the inner thigh and then moved onto the sensitive neither region. He was quick to cleanse this part of her body and even quicker to glance at her as she asked about his experience in this area.

"You ever… done this with anyone else?" Annie would ask, finally looking at him, legs wide and sprayed out on the bed in front of him.

"Do I have a lot of experience cleaning titan-shifters with smoking limbs? No." His response was said with a hint of a smirk as his clothe went along her stomach. "But I'll admit that I have had my fair share of women from time to time." He'd put his clothe in the bucket and then run his wrist across his forehead that'd begun to perspire.

"Why do you ask? Don't tell me you're interested in the enemy race or whatever." He teased as he went to the pile of clothing on the ground, a pair of black panties picked up and stared at with a small sigh; he shouldn't have grabbed the first thing he saw.

His hands moved her legs upwards and then slide the panties on with ease, the matching black bra picked up from the pile next. Rather then put it on immediately, the exhausted man makes sure to clean the curve of the young woman's back with the clothe to make sure she's at least somewhat clean. Once that's done the bra is clipped on and the girl is picked up and placed back on the ground.

He's quick to change the sheets on the bed and then crumple them up, the new light blue ones put on with ease. His hands put themselves on his hips to inspect his work, one actually unbuttoning the top of his shirt to reveal a little muscle as he runs his hand around the back of his neck. "Alright." He looks down to Annie and is quick to pick her up and place her back on the bed. The bedsheets are gathered underneath an armpit and the tray is picked up in one hand, his attention falling on the newly clothed girl with a raised brow.

"Do you need anything else, Annie?"