He could feel Urudal’s eyes on him, drinking in every inch that he showed the man.  He also noted the way Urudal responded to the temptation.<i>Retreat.</i>Was that also for Ilion’s benefit?  It was clear that, despite his brutish appearance, the man sinking into deeper water had a strong moral code.  He’d been rejected the once, and so now he seemed to be striving to keep things appropriate.  While admirable, Ilion saw an opportunity to have some fun.<br/><br/>“Of course I can.  Not a kitten, remember?” he teased.  Though he looked very catlike as he slowly moved into the water with steady and graceful steps.  Ilion stopped before his body could be submerged, even for decency.  The water’s gentle movements only brushed up as high as the curve of his ass.  Leaning over, he cupped some of the crystal clear liquid in his hands and brought it up to let it trickle down the front of his body, leaving glistening trails to draw Urudal’s gaze down lower.  “You’re right, it feels so good,” he agreed, running wet fingers through his own white hair.