<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fc/51/f3/fc51f34b0e24e213a91d17f99bb8c3cb--character-portraits-character-ideas.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hashut<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Prefect<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Bathing and Flirting with a Certain Satyr<br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>The Bathing Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A few more special momentoes around his neck and nothing else.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Carla, and Jean<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Hashut at first looked down at her extended hand for a second, the gears in his head turning fast as he seemed he was trying to figure out if this was some sort of gesture of greetings. Slowly and hesitantly he extended his own hand, tentative partially due to the fact how strong he was might injure her if he moved to fast and out of concern for what she was doing. Gingerly he moved his hand towards her hand till he encompassed her palm with his. Her skin felt velvety, smooth and soft in comparison to his harsher and tougher scales that still had a quality of smoothness. Still he held her hand longer he was supposed to for he admired the softness. How might someone so soft be able to survive in a world like this. This thought stirred in the back of his mind while he tried his best to give a less toothy smile then before as a warmer gesture to her.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Car-la,”</span>he rumbled softly trying his best to enunciate the unfamiliar name and with his limited scope of names like this he spoke her name a few more times to make sure he had her name correct. Though once she spoke of the bath and the compliment Hashut nodded his head slowly.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Hashut would enjoy a bath especially with Carla for she is beautiful and soft... Much softer then Hashut's own folk. Hashut has not felt someone this soft and warm, Hashut wishes he could feel the smooth velvet of her skin once more.”</span>He was highly fascinated by her and her form. Using his hands he pushed off the side of the bath and submerged himself up to his chest though he did inch himself closer to her. Looking across her toned and trained figure he hissed quietly.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> “Hashut would suppose that Carla is a trained, her form speaks strength and ability. Hashut is not sure quite what Carla is trained in but in Hashut's land the females train by running and sparring to maintain their health though Hashut is sure Carla does this for something more then mere health, Hashut stipulates Carla is, what they call, an athlete?” </span>The water lapped around his chest, caressing his rougher features though if she still looked down she would see how shameless and him presenting himself to her.