It isn't that Johan wasn't expecting something to drag him away from the washbasin, per se. It was just that he'd braced for a sticky bit of silk between the bare shoulder blades, and not a thin tracery of scaly tail around his hips. Still, with great presence of mind, he sets the rag on the edge of the basin even as Sasara's tail drags him closer to the bath. He doesn't leave his feet, nor does he seem unduly bothered by the tail; instead, half-walking and half-waddling in, he reaches the edge without Sasara having to exert much effort at all. Stepping into the bath, he lowers himself down into the water before the tail can make a second circuit around his body. "Mint's good," he says. "I tend to think- given some of the comments I've had- that berries go better with me, though I wouldn't say that too loudly near our faerie friends." Sliding over inside the tub, he starts 'scrubbing' the naga's upper body with his hands, though it's a thinly veiled excuse for 'groping with wet fingers' by now. Lounging in the bath, he adds, "Key thing is, I suppose, not to overdo... much of any flavor. I hear people are too good almost universally to want to ruin them with too much, mm- sauce?"<br/><br/>Oddly enough, as he says that, his stomach growls very, very softly, leading to a brief look of bemusement before he goes back to making sure every inch of the naga's been covered with that nice, minty, warm water.