'Hmm. A teifling with modesty?' Wrenn glanced twords Yumi as she covered up and exchanged words indicating that she was leaving. Only a quick peek however. No sense in making the bunny jealous again. With Leia clutching his shoulders, Wrenn leaned back so that his blades rested upon the lip of the bath. Slightly adjusted, he used the new angle to increase the impact and force of his thrusts, no doubt exaggerated by the splash and flow of the water. This one laughed at his jokes, asked him what he wanted and maintained some level of professionalism all through the ordeal. It was likely she'd continue to as well. He'd hold on to this one, using her own muscle reactions to judge his own pace that they both might be brought to climax within the hot, soapy water.