"I'll help you bathe Rowan..", he whispered, slipping in behind the rogue. His cock had stiffened a bit at the feeling of her tongue running over his index finger. Suckling it a bit, his fingers trailed hotness across her upper thighs. "Hmm.. I like the scent of you Rowan.. so deep and musky. So other then that of noble women.. your more.. real..", he whispered hotly, his cock grinding against her butt softly as he allowed one hand to slip between her legs.