The short walk gives Aster a much-needed chance to calm his thoughts and soften a little. He doesn't want to blow at first skin-on-skin contact with his excitable hostess, after all. After some days on the road, cleaning himself with magically generated water and Prestidigitation, the bath house is more of a welcome sight than the bard had realized it would be. With a knowing smile he turns to the woman still clinging to his arm, the constant feel of her enticing body keeping his thoughts swimming with lustful images, and asks a meaningless question.<strong>"Will they somewhere we can bathe together? Private or... Well, communal is fine too."</strong>As unusual as his body is now, Aster feels no shame in it, and the false cat at his side clearly doesn't either. Now, hopefully, they won't charge him extra for leaving fur in the drain...