Quentin grew rather more mild after his surge of excitement, and he wallowed idly in the centre of the bath, watching her. When she came to scrub him he pressed back against her and whether by chance or cruel design he caught her nipples with his skin. Time after time he brushed, knocked or nudged them, reminding her of what she'd been forbidden.<br/><br/>When she offered to get his meal he looked briefly surprised, but soon hid it and nodded. He pushed to the side of the tub to watch her dry off, content to stretch in the warm waters for a little longer. "Yes, bring it to my study. Bring yourself there, too, and have some of the boys haul your wardrobe there."<br/><br/>Because he was addled with pleasure and because she was not one worth guarding his words around, he explained himself. "I am quite sure I have some letters to see to, at the very least, and I'll do that while deciding how to dress you. A shame -" and his voice dropped into the broad, knowing smirk on his lips "- to dress you at all... But we must."<br/><br/>He dragged himself from the water just as she finished toweling herself, and stood glistening for a moment on his way to his own towel. Almost off-handedly he said: "And toys... Bring me clamps, your cage from upstairs, and something to lash you with. That should be all." He vanished, then, into his towel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>