Havir looked at Phoenice suspiciously. Contrary to what she believed, he had definitely noticed the squandering of his fortune, which he had honestly scammed. Looking into the steaming container, he didn't care, he would now pamper his magnificent body appropriately. To his surprise, the water smelled pleasantly of lemons. Paying no attention to Phoenice's stifled protest, he undressed.  

"What, what are you doing?!"  

"Havir is going to take a bath, make a bath." As if she were a silly child. Indignant, she toyed with the idea of leaving the room with so little shame, however, the men she had seen downstairs were so frightening that she preferred to bear with him. She turned her back to him and looked out the window. Slowly her stomach complained that he had had his last meal at Aved. I wonder if there was going to be food soon.  

" Phoenice pass me the soap." Arrogant as ever, Havir ruled from his bathtub. 

"No." 

" Phoenice, what kind of name is that anyway!"  

"A beautiful one." Honestly relieved that the foam in his bath covered all the places that could make her sick, she looked at him warningly. Not that he cared what she thought, felt, or wanted. The last day had shown her that, incessantly he had reproached her that he Havir, the conceited one, had had to carry her and that his back hurt because of it. Of course, she was also ungrateful because she wasn't groveling before him in bliss that he had touched her. She wished his outside would match his inside. Then he'd have three heads, green scales, and ghastly bad breath. Everything that came out of his mouth was about him anyway, the big shot. 

"Enie, it's settled, in the future your name will be Enie." Highly pleased with himself and his monologue. 

"Who decided it!"  

"I of course Havir the..." oh she couldn't hear it anymore! 

"Who says I listen to you!" 

"I am Havir the Brilliant!" He indignantly declared. Well, at least the name of the brilliant one was something new. I wonder if he had a little booklet somewhere in which he praised himself. For sure he admired himself for hours in the mirror and told himself how great he was. 

"Then shine somewhere else and bring some food." Havir frowned. He had never seen her so snippy. Was she jealous of his bath?  

"Havir the Mighty is not an errand boy." That's right, how could she forget that Havir the Dumbass was only enough for himself. She didn't doubt that he would have yelled for the poor waitress long ago if it had been about his stomach.