She moved closer at his bidding, though there was a tension in her scrawny frame that suggested she was fighting back the urge to bolt as he rose languidly from his sofa and approached. Her hands wrung the hem of her tunic as he paced around her, studying every inch with a cold, analytical eye. Whatever he saw was apparently somewhat disappointing. Normally, the court hardly scrutinized their meals in such a fashion, blood was blood, but if he was a newcomer here then she supposed he'd want to know what he was eating.<br/><br/>Rather than bite, however, he only pulled away with a unsatisfied quip and ordered her to...bathe? Wyn was momentarily caught off-guard, puzzlement followed by just a tad bit of indignacy. It wasn't as if the dungeon came with a washroom, and when they weren't feeding their captors, they were often set to more menial tasks, keeping the ancient castle in working order. Perhaps he was just a picky eater, although, his mention of a "chat" made her less sure that he was merely seeking a meal. She didn't bother to protest, however, instead stepping into the bathroom as he ordered.<br/><br/>Truth be told, while she had cleaned many of these rooms before, she had never gotten to enjoy the luxuries they labored to maintain. A basin of water sat atop a stone table, heated by a small brazier to a comfortable temperature. She pulled off her ragged slave clothing and went to work with a sponge and soap, scrubbing off the grime of the dungeon with enough vigor to flush her skin pink. She worked the stinging soap into her hair, trying her best to remove some of the tangles, before rinsing off the suds and toweling dry.<br/><br/>She did have to admit, being totally clean was a rare pleasure. An oversized silk shirt in a gentleman's cut had been left for her, and she slipped it on after some hesitation. True, putting on her dirty former garb would have defeated the purpose of bathing, but still. Some pants would have been nice.<br/><br/>After tugging the loose shirt down over her thighs, she stepped out of the bathroom, looking around for the stranger and finding him sitting in the same place. "All right," she said, a faint tone of challenge masking her growing unease, "what are we going to<i>chat</i>about?"