Emrys frowned lightly at Christobal's response, but kept his attention mainly on the lotion. "Don't be vulgar," he chided mildly. His hopes that this little interlude would end the way he'd envisioned were shrinking significantly, but he wasn't entirely ready to give up on it yet. Of all the men in the world, how could Christobal have been entirely heterosexual? With the type of company he kept, he could hardly be a prude. Emrys supposed it was possible that the artist might have been open-minded enough to be open to the possibility, but not interested in him particularly — but that sort of thinking hurt his pride, so he discarded it. He was charming, after all, and reasonably handsome. Above all else, he was convenient, which counted for a lot. It was the only reason he was trying to seduce Christobal in the first place, after all — he was more convenient than anyone else.

"I think this one smells of vanilla," he continued as if this conversation were the most natural one in the world to be having in the bath. "What do you think?"