Galryn looks directly into her eyes when she looks his way, impassive, perhaps slightly quizzical.  He sweeps his hair back, tucking the waterlogged ropes behind the points of his ears, and then squeezing the water patiently out to run down his back and into the tub.  He retrieves a leather thong from the nearby chair when done, and loosely binds it into a sort of ponytail.  When he's done, he steeples his fingers in front of his chest for a while, absorbing the silence.<br/><br/>"Well, there's no superfluous ears in the room now.  Tell me your thoughts."