"Not to worry. I think I know just what to do with you," Erik answers, seating himself on the edge of the tub and lazily shutting the water off now that it's full. He lightly runs his hand through the water to test it is not too hot, then playfully flicks the droplets from his fingers toward Samuel.
"I could start by undressing you. Unless you want to do so yourself? I also leave the option to you if you would like me to disrobe and get in the tub alongside you." It will be a tight fit, but sometimes that's the idea.
Samuel's expression remains unchanged at the drops in his direction, but here merely shakes his head and goes to undress himself.
It's strange, not to be wearing the layers that he'd become so accustomed to, down to only that thin tunic, his pants, boots, and smallclothes. Each comes off and is hung over the back of a chair, and with each garment discarded there is a brief glance back at Erik. Samuel's body is lean, very little body fat to be found, scars here and there denoting a perilous life that would surprise nobody that knew anything about the time that he'd lived in. Body hair that hadn't been trimmed, and circumcised as taught by the culture and the faith. He really isn't that different from Erik himself in size, and he still holds himself with an air of slightly prickly dignity even without his clothes.
"I would not waste your water, trying to fit you in and spilling it on your floor," he replies even as he tests the water with one foot, then eases himself over the edge of the metal tub that has already warmed to match the heat of the water. There is a temptation to completely submerge himself, wanting to feel it surround him completely.
He merely rests one arm on the edge of the tub near where Erik has perched himself, his chin on it while the other hand reaches for one of Erik's, feeling the cool temperature of his skin in contrast to the heat of the bath.
Alas, not the playful type it seems. He may well make it a goal to help this lad loosen up his humor too.
He watches Samuel strip with politely curbed interest, notes the muscles and scars and is in no way surprised. Nor does he bat an eye at the circumcision. All expected and accepted, naturally. But even naked, this man seems to hold an invisible shield of pride before him. It's going to be fun peeling that away.
"You're very considerate," he compliments as he allows his hand to be moved freely, purring slightly at the feeling of the man's rough fingers smoothing over his cool skin.
"I can become warm, briefly, when I've just consumed fresh blood. Otherwise, I am quite cold to the touch. That is why some prefer me to get in the tub, too."
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"I could start by undressing you. Unless you want to do so yourself? I also leave the option to you if you would like me to disrobe and get in the tub alongside you." It will be a tight fit, but sometimes that's the idea.
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It's strange, not to be wearing the layers that he'd become so accustomed to, down to only that thin tunic, his pants, boots, and smallclothes. Each comes off and is hung over the back of a chair, and with each garment discarded there is a brief glance back at Erik. Samuel's body is lean, very little body fat to be found, scars here and there denoting a perilous life that would surprise nobody that knew anything about the time that he'd lived in. Body hair that hadn't been trimmed, and circumcised as taught by the culture and the faith. He really isn't that different from Erik himself in size, and he still holds himself with an air of slightly prickly dignity even without his clothes.
"I would not waste your water, trying to fit you in and spilling it on your floor," he replies even as he tests the water with one foot, then eases himself over the edge of the metal tub that has already warmed to match the heat of the water. There is a temptation to completely submerge himself, wanting to feel it surround him completely.
He merely rests one arm on the edge of the tub near where Erik has perched himself, his chin on it while the other hand reaches for one of Erik's, feeling the cool temperature of his skin in contrast to the heat of the bath.
"Do you warm up, or stay cold I wonder..."
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He watches Samuel strip with politely curbed interest, notes the muscles and scars and is in no way surprised. Nor does he bat an eye at the circumcision. All expected and accepted, naturally. But even naked, this man seems to hold an invisible shield of pride before him. It's going to be fun peeling that away.
"You're very considerate," he compliments as he allows his hand to be moved freely, purring slightly at the feeling of the man's rough fingers smoothing over his cool skin.
"I can become warm, briefly, when I've just consumed fresh blood. Otherwise, I am quite cold to the touch. That is why some prefer me to get in the tub, too."