<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Jiroph thought she was going to reject him once she saw his arms and collar more clearly, just seeing how contorted her face became. But quickly, she did nothing of the like. His own eyes gazed upon the scarred flesh until she spoke, where he looked at her eyes. So she knew how it was to survive and possibly regret it.<strong>"That you understand is great. Few do."</strong>Was the first response to what she said before she gave him a playful punch. Instinctively he flexed before her fist made contact, although he knew she didn't have the intent to hurt him. But as to her second comment, to not worry because it simply wasn't allowed didn't settle him. The whole concept behind what he was forced to do wasn't allowed, yet there it was.<br/><br/>He had begun to take off his shirt as she spoke, and the squeak noise made him peer over the shirt to see her holding a little, fake duck in her hand. When the shirt came off he had a small smile on his face. Even though there were more dark tattoos and scars over his torso, it didn't hide how well developed and toned he was underneath. He wasn't bulky like a brute, but still was thick for an elf. He just tossed the shirt next to his sword, where the coat was, and then begun to take off his shoes and pants, not minding that she was watching. Privacy wasn't a big value at the arenas, and in some cases fights started off with both combatants nearly naked. While flaccid, his member certainly wasn't the most appealing aspect about his body.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm glad I can trust you Asvett. But remember if you've got a little knife held under that skirt of yours I can take a cut."</strong>he joked, smiling at her. He finally finished undressing and headed to the steaming bath. Jiroph didn't seem fazed by the heat presented and got in, one leg after the other. He sank in until the water was up to his chest, and his arms rested on the rim of the tub. He wasn't sure how she planned on bathing him, did she have a stool or something to lean over the tub? Did she plan on joining him? The squeaking of the duck had really snapped his attention back to it and the more lighthearted aspects of his visit. It wasn't just a release from his conflict, it was a time for him to feel good and not worry, and this bath certainly felt very good.