Navia being the adventurous sort, and all too happy to lead the way, accepted Théadan's invitation to enter the bath. There were some small wafts of steams coming from it, but only when Navia turned to say how it felt wonderful, did Théadan allow a satisfied smile to spread across his features. She stood there in the centre of the tub for a moment, seemingly thinking about something, though Théadan could not guess what it was, it was only when she smiled at him did she reveal her thoughts. She recalled the shower back in Nygaard they had shared just the once. It was disappointing they had not been able to do more with it, they only enjoyed it the once, but there simply hadn't been the time. There were a lot of things they did not have the time to do in Nygaard, or repeat there, it was something Théadan chose not to think about too much should he start longing for some of his home comforts.<br/><br/>He watched as Navia lowered herself into the bath, intrigued as the water welcomed her body, listening as she let out an appreciative sigh, and sat herself so the upper curve of her breasts were still visible, and her knees were just above the waterline. She stayed sat in the centre of the tub, leaning on the edge with an arm. It took Théadan a moment to realise she was doing that for his benefit, to give him the option of where he chose to sit, be it behind her or in front. She wondered if perhaps they might be able to find someone who could rebuild them a shower like that in Nygaard, but Théadan doubted its feasibility, he did not have much understanding of how it worked, just that the hot water was piped in from the boilers in the rooms high above.<br/><br/>Talk of their future home reoccurring was an interesting line of conversation though, one which had Théadan deciding on where he would sit in the bath. His hand cupped her cheek briefly while he leaned down to give her a small affectionate kiss to the top of her head, then he stepped into the bath in front of her, feeling the heat of the water welcome his feet. "Replicating that shower may prove difficult." He told her matter of factly. Théadan didn't want to rule out their fantasizing of their future home, but in this instance, he could not see how they could make it happen. "It was only really possible because all the ice was getting melted near the top of the castle, then travelling down through the pipes." He explained as he lower himself in to the bath, positioning his legs to slide over Navia's and his feet to end up either side of her waist. "Someone just had the ingenious idea of piping it down into our chambers and making some small holes in the stone above."<br/><br/>Facing Navia he could enjoy her natural beauty, and better hold this conversation. Théadan knew all too well, had he sat behind her, and let her lay back into his chest, eventually his hands would begin to roam her body, and then she'd feel him poking against her back. They would likely become quickly distracted by the physical contact, but like this he could enjoy his lover, and not provoke her - too much. Théadan leaned back in the water, resting his head against the back of the tub, feeling the water slosh enticingly against his chest. He closed his eyes to bask in it, and reached his hands to touch her knees and slip down beneath the water to caress her shins and calf muscles for the time being. "So what else would you want in our future home, other than the Mes'Mo'Tanian shower?" He asked, deciding he would try to picture whatever she described to him. "What do you imagine this place to be like, where we can be alone together to do whatever we so please?"