Uther nodded his thanks and thought she was gone after he no longer heard any noise after the door had closed. The man took his time washing up, baths where a luxury at times and he had plenty of dirt and sweat to scrub off. It did not help that he was drunk but he did not foolishly jump into the tub and ruin the pricey commodity clean water was. He even drank a few cups, something to help prevent a hangover the next day. Stripping down nothing he washed and looked around for something to wrap himself in that was not his dirty clothing. After drying out and feeling a little sobered he walked out with the same towel he used to dry off wrapped around his waist to quite a surprise.<br/>"Guinevera?"<br/>He asked with a perked eyebrow as he walked towards the bed on he side she was laying on but he did not move within her immediate reach. The Marshall had yet to gauge her intentions. A dozen questions came to mind but none reached his lips to ask as the mixture of who he was, the drink and the look of a gorgeous woman began to clash internally.