Lilian was lead a short way down the hall to a small room with a comfortably large claw-footed bathtub by the window. Cracks in the tile floor, as well as in the wall where the plumbing protruded, seemed to indicate that it was not the room's original furniture. Dan walked into the wide open door and began disrobing at a leisurely pace, draping his clothes carefully over an old wooden chair in the corner. As he worked at the laces of his boot, he turned to acknowledge his new servant. "Go ahead and fill it up. Hot's on the left, cold's on the right, I'll let you judge the temp." Not too long later, the bandit king's body was in full view. Being of European descent, his arms and legs showed a moderate amount of black hair, broken up by the numerous scars and burns he'd accumulated over the years. His midsection, while far from paunchy, had a bit of softness to it. The mark of someone whose rank kept them well fed. He stood there unabashed and slightly impatient as he waited for the tub to fill.