Do not attempt to be cute. You know perfectly well what I mean.
[ Normal can mean anything depending on the day, but Viktor is being willfully obtuse. Unimpressed (but not unappreciative, at least), both with the avoidance and with Viktor's syrupy-slow attempt at washing, Emet-Selch allows him a few more moments of lingering and distraction and then before he allows Viktor to go so far as a proper massage, stands. The water sloshes at his hips, as he raises to his full height, tipping Viktor's chin up with a finger hooked beneath it.]
Then let us be asleep, sooner rather than later. [ A snap, a thoughtless little expenditure of aether. The bath, cleared. Viktor, sat in the dry stone with a pair of his linen trousers for him to keep or remove if needed. Emet-Selch, absolutely not in linen trousers but silk, forgoing a shirt despite the familiar magic tugging at him in offering. Compromise. Their bodies, cleaned, dried. A useful spell for the road, when one doesn't have access to somewhere proper to bathe and would rather avoid the river, but it never compares to an actual bath. ]
You may divest yourself of them when we are in bed where 'tis warm. [ But he'd thought at least getting to the bed or managing their wind-down routine, well, he might like to have some trousers on. ] Are you quite set on linen?
[ A mental image, suddenly, of Viktor in silk trousers, throwing himself across the bed, sliding across it heedless of the fact he might break his neck. Emet-Selch swallows a sigh, and steps out from the bath, teacup in one hand, the other tugging a silk dressing gown from nowhere to pull on for the time being. ]
Come along. Chop chop. There's a perfectly serviceable bed, and I would like to see it utilized for its intended purpose for at least a few bells tonight.
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[ Normal can mean anything depending on the day, but Viktor is being willfully obtuse. Unimpressed (but not unappreciative, at least), both with the avoidance and with Viktor's syrupy-slow attempt at washing, Emet-Selch allows him a few more moments of lingering and distraction and then before he allows Viktor to go so far as a proper massage, stands. The water sloshes at his hips, as he raises to his full height, tipping Viktor's chin up with a finger hooked beneath it.]
Then let us be asleep, sooner rather than later. [ A snap, a thoughtless little expenditure of aether. The bath, cleared. Viktor, sat in the dry stone with a pair of his linen trousers for him to keep or remove if needed. Emet-Selch, absolutely not in linen trousers but silk, forgoing a shirt despite the familiar magic tugging at him in offering. Compromise. Their bodies, cleaned, dried. A useful spell for the road, when one doesn't have access to somewhere proper to bathe and would rather avoid the river, but it never compares to an actual bath. ]
You may divest yourself of them when we are in bed where 'tis warm. [ But he'd thought at least getting to the bed or managing their wind-down routine, well, he might like to have some trousers on. ] Are you quite set on linen?
[ A mental image, suddenly, of Viktor in silk trousers, throwing himself across the bed, sliding across it heedless of the fact he might break his neck. Emet-Selch swallows a sigh, and steps out from the bath, teacup in one hand, the other tugging a silk dressing gown from nowhere to pull on for the time being. ]
Come along. Chop chop. There's a perfectly serviceable bed, and I would like to see it utilized for its intended purpose for at least a few bells tonight.