Kabal hadn't enjoyed his time in the tub. Granted he doesn't smell atrocious anymore because of that. And sure it had been better than Len scrubbing the skin off his arm so it'll heal, but at least that had been pain which he's well used to dealing with. The tub was caring and being taken care of and those are completely foreign concepts to him. Things he'd scoff at openly. So they've avoided talking about it, sniping at each other as an easy cover so they don't have to acknowledge what's really going on.

This food fight had taken an odd turn somewhere.

Even without the fever, Kabal is just shy of crushing Len to death like some bbq octopus wrapped around him. But the moment Len groans Kabal realizes where he is and what he's doing and backs away. Because he is not "soft" and he doesn't "cuddle." Len moves to try and block out the sun and those very soft and silky panties drag across Kabal's thigh and suddenly all his plans to get up and restart his tough guy routine of pretending nothings wrong, are put on hold in favor of wanting to see that tiny scrap of fabric balled up on the floor.

Or maybe kept on and pulled to the side.

Kabal is easygoing like that. Keeping his options open.

Sitting up (and taking all the sheets with his massive bulk) he inspects his bandaged arm, a pretense of pretending to not care that he's totally naked, and Len might as well be.

"Mornin' sunshine." He pulls the mask off to rub his eyes, and also to take in the view without seeing through the eyeholes of it. Get a nice good look at those options he'd been considering. Hm. They all seem equally desirable.

"Ready for round two of our fun little spa trip? The breakfast in bed part now I guess. Because I've got one hell of an appetite."