[Calling him stinky. It might be a little true, he did sweat a bit as he's acclimating to the hot and humid weather of Sumeru. Eventually, it won't be so bad, even if he'll still sweat...maybe he'll just get used to smelling this way all the time. Ugh, he doesn't want to think about it, he'll start missing home faster when he thinks about the snow and ice of home. He'd rather enjoy his time here than getting homesick.

Glad that Yoimiya's gotten undressed herself, they both take to the water and he sits down with a satisfied groan next to her as the hot water hits his skin. It feels so nice, and it's even better having her next to him to enjoy it with.]

It sure does. A nice, hot bath really helps to take your cares away.

[He turns to her, slipping his arm around her middle and bringing her close into him so they can relax together in the spa. Tartaglia lets his fingers knead into the supple, soft skin of her hip, letting his hand rub her anywhere it can reach from that position.]

How'd you enjoy your night tonight, Yoimiya? I thought the show at Zubayr Theater was especially fascinating.