While the contract is tucked away, Samuel stands and tugs down the hem of his tunic under the belt keeping it snug against his body. He puts his hand into Erik's, noting its chilliness with dull acceptance. He had just confirmed that he was a dead man, after all.
Following after him from the main room, Samuel takes a deep breath, then pauses and plugs his nose against a sneeze. He hasn't smelled lavender since the last time he'd gone traveling and found a massive field of it, and after the initial surprise he finds himself picking out individual scents. It's cleaner in here than anything he's experienced in a long while, and so rather jarring. The locking of the door behind them starts some alarm bells, but he comforts himself that for the sake of privacy he would have wanted it sooner or later anyway. The thought is driven soundly out of his mind as he steps deeper into the room, lips pursing at the sight of the finely crafted wooden torture device that he keeps himself from commenting on only through sheer power of will, at least until Erik brings it up himself.
"Yes, I see that... That is not exactly to my taste," he comments with a note of amusement, fine to be joking about it. Then his attention turns to the tub, and the steam that's drifting from the hot water. That keeps his attention, more even than the absolutely decadent bed, though he does privately want to sink into those blankets.
"I daresay that I do not want for much," he replies thoughtfully. "Perhaps I will ask after other things at a later date. For now, where do we begin?"
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Following after him from the main room, Samuel takes a deep breath, then pauses and plugs his nose against a sneeze. He hasn't smelled lavender since the last time he'd gone traveling and found a massive field of it, and after the initial surprise he finds himself picking out individual scents. It's cleaner in here than anything he's experienced in a long while, and so rather jarring. The locking of the door behind them starts some alarm bells, but he comforts himself that for the sake of privacy he would have wanted it sooner or later anyway. The thought is driven soundly out of his mind as he steps deeper into the room, lips pursing at the sight of the finely crafted wooden torture device that he keeps himself from commenting on only through sheer power of will, at least until Erik brings it up himself.
"Yes, I see that... That is not exactly to my taste," he comments with a note of amusement, fine to be joking about it. Then his attention turns to the tub, and the steam that's drifting from the hot water. That keeps his attention, more even than the absolutely decadent bed, though he does privately want to sink into those blankets.
"I daresay that I do not want for much," he replies thoughtfully. "Perhaps I will ask after other things at a later date. For now, where do we begin?"