"You don't.." He murmured, though the fact that at that very moment he'd been greatly enjoying the softness of her body put to work against him perhaps made it something of a lie. Or perhaps an exaggeration... Either way, he hoped his disapproval would kick her in the right direction, toward her trying her very best; not the sort of noble-best where it was just to the point of feeling slightly taxed. Or maybe he was giving her too little credit... Either way, more was better. "You are a disappointment, so far. You have the lack of effort common to far too many noble-girl bitches... But I'll sort you out, in time. Anyway."<br/><br/>He decided that was good enough, and pushed himself forward to where the pool was deeper, before submerging himself for a moment to wet his hair. When he returned to the top he glanced across at her somewhat coldly and, sounding as annoyed as he did when she ignored him, even though he hadn't asked this time, he glanced to the side. "Shampoo, girl. Remind me of this, later. Remind me that you failed at even the simplest of tasks, and that you are to be punished." She at least set to the task finally, and he soon had soapy hair, which he rinsed before finally moving to the edge of the bath.<br/><br/>"Against my better judgement." He climbed out, and moved toward a few of the thick towels. Apparently drying off was something he could do himself, and he didn't seem overly concerned that she didn't follow. "I'm going to let you wash. I will have someone bring you your evening outfit, and then I expect you to find your way to the dining hall. *If* you are not spotlessly clean, with makeup - " He waved a hand toward a counter along the side, containing various cosmetics - " to cover your well-earned wounds, and if you are not prompt, I will forgo dinner in favor of having me and my guests beat you half to death, so do hurry up." He was mostly dry by this point, and moved to the door still scrubbing at his hair. This top floor of his home was private even from servants, except when he gave them express permission, and so he comfortably walked out naked and turned to find himself a fine tailored jacket to wear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>