"I'll be quite alright, I assure you.  It's not worth the bother, for either me or her."  He walks over to the bath, his back to her.  "You may wish to avert your eyes, although you're welcome to stay and help me finish the bottle."  His robe falls to the floor and he steps into the water, sinking down into a cross-legged posture in the tub.  He reaches back and begins untying the cord that binds his hair.