Mathias swam around, staring up at the ceiling absently, trying to ignore the sting of his arms, his legs. He had bandaged them before they had gotten to the pool, so they'd be alright. It didn't change the fact that the chlorine stung like hell. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at Victor.<br/><br/>That was about when he noticed the couple leaving as well, and once they had gone through the door into the hallway, Mathias was moving, climbing out of the pool and heading for the hot tub. He stepped down into it and submerged himself almost entirely.<br/><br/>He looked at Victor, watched him climb down into the hot tub as well. He had to pretty much force himself to not stare at the other's body, to not openly eye-molest him. He glanced away, trying to gain control of his rebellious emotions. As well as quell the annoying thoughts that were attempting to make sense to him.<br/><br/>"...I'm honestly surprised you haven't punched me for how much I've kissed you, when I hardly know you." He said softly, watching the other man intently. He calmly, slowly let his fingers play on the bubbles in the hot tub, waiting for a response and in no hurry whatsoever.<br/><br/>"I would have expected you to at least tell me to cut it out, maybe to punch me, but you haven't..."<br/><br/>He shrugged. "It's not...I mean, I'm curious, but I guess I'm wondering...why? Why haven't you gotten offended or angry?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why the hell haven't you tossed me to the side? I would have expected you to not tolerate a client coming on to you. But here we are, and you have yet to punch me or tell me to not do something.</span>His thoughts were a jumbled mess of assessment and confusion, trying to make sense of what was happening between them, what they themselves were feeling, and if it was going to last past the job duration.