Lyle couldn't help watching Dante as he washed. It was so simple yet so erotic the way he moved under the spray of the wanted and scrubbed his body clean, but he managed to keep his hands to himself. He was relieved when Dante stepped out and he took a moment to make sure he was calm and collected. He might be in trouble if Dante turned him on so easily. Once lyle got out he dressed himself and looked in the mirror to adjust the small things.<br/><br/>"Do I look okay?" he looked at Dante through the mirror.