Every rule of propriety, every instinct he has, says he should look away...but he doesn't. She's clearly not shy about any of this, and she's made it abundantly clear she'd rather he wasn't, either. And if she wants his gaze - among other things - on her, then why shouldn't he look? He ought to know just what he's getting into.
Unsurprisingly, she's beautiful. He doesn't need his spectacles to realize that. The very shape of her is well-formed, and when he does squint a little, he catches as much detail as he needs to realize something important: Sleeping with Vex'ahlia is doubtless the best possible way he could spend the night. When the choices are a half-giant's snoring and a lithe, bright-eyed woman who seems to enjoy his company - well, only a fool would struggle.
(And she's beautiful. Some part of him wonders if he's the one who died in the cell, not the cultist, or if he's still back there, asleep and dreaming. That any of this would happen to him is still unbelievable.)
"Yes, please," he answers, lowering himself into the water, then ducking his head for a long moment. The water's heat is a welcome change from cold stone and drafty cells; by the time he surfaces, he already feels better. "This is the first bath I've had in...actually, you don't want to know. Could you hand me the soap, please?"
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Date: 2025-01-12 03:33 am (UTC)Unsurprisingly, she's beautiful. He doesn't need his spectacles to realize that. The very shape of her is well-formed, and when he does squint a little, he catches as much detail as he needs to realize something important: Sleeping with Vex'ahlia is doubtless the best possible way he could spend the night. When the choices are a half-giant's snoring and a lithe, bright-eyed woman who seems to enjoy his company - well, only a fool would struggle.
(And she's beautiful. Some part of him wonders if he's the one who died in the cell, not the cultist, or if he's still back there, asleep and dreaming. That any of this would happen to him is still unbelievable.)
"Yes, please," he answers, lowering himself into the water, then ducking his head for a long moment. The water's heat is a welcome change from cold stone and drafty cells; by the time he surfaces, he already feels better. "This is the first bath I've had in...actually, you don't want to know. Could you hand me the soap, please?"