"Really?  You looked very relaxed for such a weighty consideration.  Do feel free to let me in on the plans, I may act as a sounding-board if you wish."  He stretched and yawned, like a cat, the corded muscles standing out on his arms and chest.  "It's even possible I could manage to produce a preference as to the decoration of some of the rooms."  He stands up out of the tub and proceeds to towel off.  He seems completely unselfconscious, carrying a faint implication that he's been nude before others on a number of occasions.  The scars trail down his body and legs, rich in both number and variety.  Some look like cuts, others burns, a few stranger ones defy easy analysis.  The towel envelopes his head as he dries off his face and hair