This was all terribly awkward. Even though he would sometimes have frankly vulgar conversations with Emrys, he felt like a blushing virgin about the entire situation. He really didn't like being in a fancy bathroom, in a robe, with another man.
Before he could excuse himself, Emrys asked him to pass him a bottle. Christobal couldn't really deny him the favour. He had also left his wand in his room, so he couldn't simply levitate the bottle to Emrys, without coming any closer to him.
He picked up the bottle (it appeared to be some sort of cosmetic potion) and walked up to the bathtub. "You don't want me to shampoo your hair as well, do you?" he asked in a joking manner, though he sounded awkward, rather than his usual playful tone.
Before he could excuse himself, Emrys asked him to pass him a bottle. Christobal couldn't really deny him the favour. He had also left his wand in his room, so he couldn't simply levitate the bottle to Emrys, without coming any closer to him.
He picked up the bottle (it appeared to be some sort of cosmetic potion) and walked up to the bathtub. "You don't want me to shampoo your hair as well, do you?" he asked in a joking manner, though he sounded awkward, rather than his usual playful tone.