The rat was something he'd entirely nickname the male, lithe and awkward with how he seemed to be so up close with things. It boiled his blood. Why? Long ago a man had been like that with him, nearly killing him over something that had been a lie. He was much more careful now. His eyes narrowed as he listened to the pages turn now that he was paying attention to her once more. Catching the hip movement out of the corner of his eye he smirked. Such a tender move, she seemed to bounce with charismatic joy in subtle movements. Just the confirmation of the man's character made the unicorn feel as though he was back with that cretin. No matter. This girl would soon learn he was no gentle beast. He was a black Unicorn. Rare of the rare. Black unicorns usually we're associated with power or darkness or strength. In his case it was darkness and shadows, linking him to the ever reaching depths of his soul and magic reserves.<br/><br/>Ro'tolek did catch her eyes. Seemed she really enjoyed his body. Maybe he could use that against her later? It could make him gain much more ground from her but the door then broke his thoughts and he looked to the elderly woman. So.... This woman was to make him clothing? No more wearing tattered shorts that hardly clung to his hips? Tied to his waist by some coarse rope? The prospect of new clothes was nice but the suit... Hell no! Those usually were itchy, tight even if "loose". He was used to being shirtless so this would be interesting in the way of getting him to Don the clothes onto himself.<br/><br/>Ro'tolek looked to the woman with a stare that could make a child cry. A warning of don't touch that only went ignored by the sweet hearted woman. Though that glare was then turned upon Rydia who came up to him And began... Touching his skin with a somewhat cold stand of fibers with marks and dashes and numbers. What was this fuss about? He didn't really understand it at all. Even the light touch she would accidentally do as she measured out his body. He stood rigid as she touched him with the item. Even as she held her breathe he could only stand and feel a bit more self conscious. His body had so many scars... So many woumds. That needed to be fixed...  He soon was able to back away. Not liking she got so close.<br/><br/>Yet the second mention of the bath. Ro'tolek snorted and thouroghly thought a moment before speaking, "Do you really need that answer? I'm going to be bathing be it a no or yes- and all it will serve is irritation of the beating I got the night before or you ending up in the water or someone else who tries to bathe me." He grinned, "Either way... One of us will be wet."