The protests were weak and Eras wasn’t blind. There was desire there. Confusing to the slave why he might choose to torture himself but it occurred to him that just because something wasn’t socially acceptable didn’t mean it snuffed the desire out entirely. He followed Taiga’s line of sight to the open doorways and Eras realized some of his worries involved being found as he was.<br/><br/>“Oh,” Eras said, as if that was a simple fix. “One moment.”<br/><br/>He padded out back the way he’d come, unworried about his nudity or the wet footprints he left across the marble flooring. Like he’d expected, Sarhet had sent servants in to stock Taiga’s bedroom with Dusanian clothing.<br/><br/>“Post guards to the bath entranceways. Khan Taiga does not wish to be disturbed. Let no one in, not even his own men.”<br/><br/>When Eras returned he walked to shut the heavy arched doors, confident his orders would be meted out swiftly. As the highest ranking (and only) Dusanian slave caring for Taiga, it would be his job to manage the serving staff for the entire wing.<br/><br/>“If it is your wish to have privacy you only need to say so. I’ve met some Dusanians that prefer their proclivities left to the imagination.” Though they were few.<br/><br/>“And so.. what are your proclivities if I may be so bold?” Eras asked, stepping back into the water with a perfectly arched brow. “Or would you rather that I guess?” His movements were slow and sensual as he crossed over to where Taiga was in the water. Sarhet might have warned him but he didn’t know all what Eras knew now. If Taiga wished to experiment Dusan would by no means fault him that. Eras was close enough to touch. He reached around Taiga to pull a basket forward of various sea sponges. Beside them were small ceramic vials of oil. The painted ones were scented, but the plain vials were for certain other communal bath activities. Sex within them was certainly not uncommon.<br/><br/>Eras touched Taiga’s side, feeling the way his body responded because that would tell him all he needed to know. While they might have been from different parts of the world the language of the body was generally universal. His other hand came to his shoulder, fingers pressing lightly into the muscle, seeking to alleviate tension.