Tegan raised an eyebrow at his innocent question, and shook her head. "No, a shower. If I unplug the bath and pull this lever, the water will run from the spout up there<em>like</em>rain." She tried to explain. When she glanced at him to see if he understood, her eyes raked down his body of their own accord, and her cheeks warmed again. How could a man look sexy with drying come and sweat all over him. Changing her mind at refreshing her bath, she sternly took her hormones in control, and stood carefully. "Everyone had indoor plumbing." he said, beckoning him over. "We both need<em>cold</em>showers. And I need sleep." She also didn't trust him not to run her water bill up by playing with the shower if she left him to it.<br/><br/>"Come on, into the shower." She instructed, taking the closest position to the spigot. While trying to ignore his last compliment, she turned the shower on, half closing the curtain on her side so she didn't soak the already-destroyed bathroom. She hissed a gasp as she stepped under the cold torrent of water, but stubbornly stood beneath it, waiting for him to step into the shower with her so she could give him soap, wash herself and get the hell out. He could take the couch tonight, and in the morning, if he was still there, she would find out how to send him back to whence he came. He was a seducer, and a dangerous one at that.