Eras noted his words and his seeming lack of desire. That would be a disappointment to some and he might not be able to avoid it entirely but Eras would do what he could. He simply nodded and left it at that, going to the man’s side to reach across and scrub his back. Not directly behind him since Zyliel wouldn’t allow it.<br/><br/>“Oh, very. Sometimes just private gatherings for the royal families enjoyment, or larger scale diplomatic events such as this. Any excuse to throw something grand, really. We take such pride in our arts. How else might we enjoy them?” He helped him finish in the baths and then helped him dry, and then to dress. His own clothing was different from their own but seemed suitable enough for their climates.<br/><br/>“I can arrange a tailor if you or any of our own would like to be fitted for additions to your wardrobe. The silk we produce is quite lovely,” Eras offered, giving him space after in order to brief the other household staff in how to conduct themselves around their guests. Stay out of the way but do their jobs and report to him any uncertainties or issues. Eras would handle them. He returned later to collect the Lieutenant.<br/><br/>“Have you found everything suitable so far?” Eras inquired, waiting patiently to escort their esteemed guest and his retinue to their welcoming. The palace was lightly abuzz with excitement. Eras was dressed in emerald silk with golden embellishment and colored beadwork sewn down the long seam going up to his hips. Flash of leg in Dusan, especially when in regards to their dance, was rather typical. It was open in the back, draping, allowing a certain flow and other flashes of tanned skin here and there. A fine costume for a fine slave but he wore minimal jewelry, his own personal preferences. He only cared for so much flash, a testament to either his confidence or more humble nature.