Emrys chuckled at Christobal's question, but didn't answer it. "Are you that taken with your new position as the butler?" he joked as he reached out to take the bottle. His tone held none of the awkwardness that Christobal's did; he'd done this (or, not this, but things like it) before and he was quite comfortable making allusions while keeping his cool. Christobal, on the other hand, looked quite flustered, though Emrys couldn't tell if it was the sort of flustered that was the result of being aroused and confused about it or the sort of flustered that didn't lead to anything fun. Time would tell, he supposed.

"Besides, this is lotion, not shampoo," he pointed out as he unscrewed the cap and poured a generous amount of the light-yellow liquid onto his forearm. "It makes your skin deliciously soft," he said, lingering over the word as he set the bottle down on the floor next to the bath and started to rub it in, flexing the muscles in his arm as he did so — just in case Christobal was noticing. "Have you ever used it?"