[He's not really sure what the reason is for the hesitation. He waits for her to respond, blinking a few times and wondering what that head shake is about. Eh, maybe he'll find out in a few seconds, maybe she'll scold him for suggesting to take a bath in the onsen. Won't be the first time he's said something that earned a "..." from her. But he's surprised when she finally does speak, that she grips her hand into him a little tighter, and says:
I can even wash your back for you.
Tartaglia is not a man who has a whole lot of shame. Enough shame to be embarrassed every now and again and enough to recognize when he's getting picked on for something that is undeniably true about himself. But that- his face isn't turning a light shade of red just because she's suggested something mildly lewd, it's because a litany of images of exactly what that could look like flash in his mind.
Lumine, naked as well, softly scrubbing him as she presses herself against him...Lumine sitting in the water, moving from there to being attentive to the rest of his body, and where else it might lead-
He clears his throat once as he tries to readjust his thoughts, trying to find the right response here that doesn't make himself sound desperate or weird, losing the battle as darker desires bubble up and muddle his thoughts.]
Comrade, you know...
[It would be lovely, a voice that he mistakes as his own whispers.]
...I'd never ask you to do something like that...
[But you I want her to, her hands all over me...]
...but I'll graciously accept if you're offering.
[He can feel the glow of power in his palm from the realm dispatch when her teapot comes out. He's entered before, but it's been a long time and the sensation is something he feels like he'll never get used to. But her strategy has worked on him, not feeling the need to go make any reports, but rather would feel better spending the rest of his time in the teapot with her.
Alone, and with all the time in the world. In his head, that sounds marvelous.]
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I can even wash your back for you.
Tartaglia is not a man who has a whole lot of shame. Enough shame to be embarrassed every now and again and enough to recognize when he's getting picked on for something that is undeniably true about himself. But that- his face isn't turning a light shade of red just because she's suggested something mildly lewd, it's because a litany of images of exactly what that could look like flash in his mind.
Lumine, naked as well, softly scrubbing him as she presses herself against him...Lumine sitting in the water, moving from there to being attentive to the rest of his body, and where else it might lead-
He clears his throat once as he tries to readjust his thoughts, trying to find the right response here that doesn't make himself sound desperate or weird, losing the battle as darker desires bubble up and muddle his thoughts.]
Comrade, you know...
[It would be lovely, a voice that he mistakes as his own whispers.]
...I'd never ask you to do something like that...
[But
youI want her to, her hands all over me...]...but I'll graciously accept if you're offering.
[He can feel the glow of power in his palm from the realm dispatch when her teapot comes out. He's entered before, but it's been a long time and the sensation is something he feels like he'll never get used to. But her strategy has worked on him, not feeling the need to go make any reports, but rather would feel better spending the rest of his time in the teapot with her.
Alone, and with all the time in the world. In his head, that sounds marvelous.]