<div style="text-align: justify;">"We ate before we even had some fun... Some of my salamander... Roasted to the golden brown, the insides rubbed about some of special seasoning. Some mashed potatoes with gravy and bread balls glazed with in sweet, sweet frosting..." Rimion explained, chuckling as he got Max to laugh from him tickling his armpits. As Max cocked his head back to wash his hair, Rimion ran his right hand through, rubbing some soap into the man's scalp. "I guess you're still hungry... Or was it so good that you forgot about it... And want some more." Rimion said teasingly, sliding his hands up to Max's arms, gripping his arms and slowly sliding them down, and then intertwining his fingers with Max's fingers.</div><br/><br/>Rimion often wondered everything they showered if Max enjoyed this act of adoration. If he liked or disliked this treatment Rimion gave him. Being a bit of a narcissist himself, Rimion definitely enjoyed physical adoration. Squatting down, Rimion rubbed down Max's side once again and slithering down to his thighs, gripping them front and back, then down to his legs. "Hmmm I think I missed a spot, Max?" Rimion asked, running his hands over his chest.