Ross smirked and shook his head as she disappeared into the bathroom.  He wasnt a fool, by any standards.  He had told her he wasnt completely unaffected, and she had said things would get much more interesting then.  Based on the fact she immediatly invited him to bathe with her, he could tell this was a test.  She wanted to see just how affected he was, which while he had to admit he was getting slowly and surely more affected, he still had common sense.  He had just met the woman, who had killed his best friend as well, and she was asking him to bathe with her.<br/><br/>So he decided that in light of everything, that just didnt seem like a good idea.  Instead he wandered around the house, inspecting the rooms as he gave himself his own private tour of the beautiful house.  He had to respect that Raquel though, she was very cunning and smart.  He made his way into the bedroom and sat down in a chair for a moment, admiring the seat.  She also had a taste in decor it would seem.  He smiled and stood, walking over to the window and gazing out into the street.  It was there that he began to wonder how long he would last before he succumbed to her will.