"Hm," was what he said, rubbing his fingers along his lower lip, slight frown to his features, lost in contemplation for moments, then turned over and opened another drawer, stood and pulled a white, thick towel with him to dry his own skin.<br/>The frown stayed, his gaze on the floorboard for quite a long time before he flicked the towel over Atticus' torso and looked at him again.<br/><br/>"I swore you'd never be hurt again," he said low, even if his voice was void of any type of emotion, then reached to the bell cord next to the bed and pulled it.<br/>"You need a bath.. and food," he said, and turned, still not untying him, but dressing casually and picking up a comb to comb through his raven locks. Plenty of time for a knock on the bedroom door to come to pass.<br/><br/>A slight, mischievous smile and he wandered to the door, as if he would open it completely, but only opened it enough to make eye-contact with the servant who had answered his call.<br/>"Hm.. lunch, I take it? And a bath prepared in my bathroom," he said, then closed the door again, letting the servant get the food before tending to the bath.<br/><br/>Only then he wandered back to the bed, untying each belt at his leisure, gaze going over Atticus slowly.<br/><br/>"I wonder why I recall us meeting right about now," he said, matter-of-fact, but didn't elaborate his trail of thought.