<em>"Yeeees, that would be it.. It's not like I want to keep you longer, maybe even watch you while you bathe, hm?"</em><br/><br/>He grinned, a fresh roll of heat twisting low in his abdomen, his eyes half-lidded as his imagination embroidered on Master Ryan’s teasing words. Hot water and slow caresses, and drops of water to chase with lips and tongue. “Ahh,” he sighed, shifting his feet ever so slightly as he felt his body stir again. Did they have time for more? His mouth was suddenly quite dry.<br/><br/><em>"You really should not be afraid of me sending you away, Louis. It makes me wonder, though, if you'd not leave on your own account. ...that is, if you have somewhere to go, of course." </em><br/><br/>Master Ryan’s words drew his mind from his short fantasy with an almost painful abruptness. He swallowed a little, then shook his head. “... I did say I would view the gardens with Zara later today,” he murmured, misunderstanding on purpose. He had no desire to speak with seriousness right now. He wished fervently that the Teahouse was all there was of the world, a selfish dream.<br/>