Eras filed that information away for later, but at the very least Taiga warned him. He smiled and it made him seem more his age. Eras was at least ten years this young man’s senior. He didn’t inform him that he was probably more capable than he gave him credit for. He would find out at some point. Not bulky, but not without strength and some lean muscle. His training was not without its difficulties.<br/><br/>He was glad that he seemed pleased with the baths. Eras noticed when he tensed, though proceeded anyway because he hadn’t been told to stop. Taiga intrigued him. He seemed curious so far. Pleasant, and that overrode the need to be cautious around this stranger. His heart was beating rapidly and Eras was trying to pinpoint all that was crossing his face. It seemed quite a bit at once. When he moved to slide the shirt over his shoulders he saw the bruises. Eras momentarily lost his composure, looking scandalized, but only for a second. In Dusan it was rare to see markings like that, especially when it came to those of position. He didn’t know how, or what, too unaccustomed to bruises to be able to tell. Eras recovered quickly. Was already deciding how he might help the man to dress to that they remained covered if that was his wish.<br/><br/>“Forgive me,” he said, a little breathlessly. For what, he wasn’t sure. Proceeding? For staring? For his mild disgust at the unsightly coloration? Color rose to Taiga’s features and Eras smiled reassuringly. He knelt for the boots next and then reached for his pants. It seemed that his pseudo-master was so paralyzed by the moment that he wasn’t going to assist, not that Eras minded.<br/><br/>“This is not what you’re used to, is it?” Eras asked, moving on from the bruises and resuming as if nothing was amiss. It wasn’t his place to ask. With Taiga divested of clothing he led him gently to the step down into the cool water.<br/><br/>“Does it feel alright?” Eras inquired, sliding the silk around his hips loose, letting it fall to expose himself fully. He wasn’t shy and free of the clothing his muscular thighs were exposed; a dancer’s physique. Taiga’s lack of protest was all the encouragement he needed, imagining he could use some assistance even if it was a more clinical approach. Sarhet had told him that games of seduction might only get him into trouble. Xishan were not men that accepted the advances of other men and yet Taiga hadn’t seemed opposed to him so far.