Mictain smirked slightly. This was something his both sides could understand and accept. He would have Raphael. And, while the part of him that genuinely loved Raphael was perhaps not fully satisfied, telling that there should be something more, he knew that this was the best offer he would get from the healer at the moment. Telling himself that perhaps, with some work, they could eventually move to something else, he looked down at the other being.

"Cold showers, eh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Now, that would be just wrong. Such a pretty creature should not have to suffer through that just to be able to keep making an effort."

Although he was a bit hesitant to do so -- what if Raphael freaked out again? -- he then changed his appearance back to its natural state. His hair straightened again and one streak of it turned red, his clothes changed, fangs grew -- although he did keep them rather small, also refusing to let his claws out --, and his eyes returned to their red colour. It was much easier than the transformation into the angel had been; now he didn't have to think about every bit, just let them come naturally.

Finally he simply pulled Raphael tighter against him, kissing the smaller being, one hand tangling in the shiny red hair. Oh, but wasn't it just lovely.