Eddy's excitement rubbed off on Luke, the young man perking up at the clear anticipation-- he couldn't deny, baths could be quite nice, but he was still surprised by the man's offer.  Maybe Eddy was just particularly nice to the men he slept with, or maybe... No, he couldn't let his mind wander.  He could just appreciate the moment, and happily kissed back when Eddy pressed his lips to his.  A very nice moment, indeed.<br/><br/>He followed along after Eddy, taking his time to maneuver off the bed; thankfully his legs held, though he did have to steady himself, tingling and buzzing.  There were three doors, and the one Eddy opened led into the largest, most luxurious bathroom Luke had ever seen.<br/><br/>There was a huge shower off to the side, all shining chrome and gleaming tile, and the sleek vanity with spotless mirrors that made the room seem even bigger... and the tub.  God, the tub.  It was massive, a glamorous cauldron that could've held a whole orgy of people.  The windows caught his eye next, and he stared with open wonder.<br/><br/>They were stained glass, beautiful colors and lines; he imagined that during the day, the glass turned to a riot of hued light, full of life and movement.  The style was intensely attractive to him; Luke's own attempts at art were usually abstracted in some way, and he liked the shapes as they flowed together.<br/><br/>"Wow."  That was all he said, all he could say, as he gazed at the palatial space.  There was no toilet, but Luke barely noticed-- it must have been tucked away elsewhere.<br/><br/>The question made him blink, and brought him back to the present.  "Oh, um... yeah, I do."  Luke felt dirty suddenly, and very small, like he shouldn't be in such a nice space, instead back in his own leaky, dingy bathroom.  He stood awkwardly, all long legs and speckles, then approached the tub tentatively.  The boy flashed another small grin, a dimple forming among the freckles, and tilted his head.  "You got a favorite kind...?"