The twin more commonly called Ruhk dipped both hands in the hot water and lifted them to splash it over her small breasts, her sleepy eyes gazing calmly at her sister.  She spoke, but not in common; the hissing, sibilant and harsh language of the lizard folk spilled easily from her lips.  "What is not to understand?  He is a priest, they are trapped inside the mind of She-Who-Watches-Over-Us.  If he has no desire to watch me bathe and kiss you, then he does not deserve the privilege."  She took some of the bath oil and poured it along her hands, before she roughly scrubbed it into her sister's thick hair.<br/><br/>When her sister mildly protested at the roughness with which she was treated, a bright, sharp noise indicated a slap had been delivered.  Ruhk's head was tilted and her eyes were narrowed and angry, as her twin held one hand to her breast where a streak of red was slowly growing.  Ruhk never slapped her sister's face.  When Corr relented she finished the scrubbing, though a little more gentle than she had before.<br/><br/>"If he wishes to use our blades and our spells, then we will give him use of those.  If he makes unseemly suggestions to me, I may hurt him.  I do not care what you do."  The last was a blatant and dangerous lie.  "Now rise your hair and wash me."  She knelt in the hot water, and turned her back to her sister fearlessly, despite the cruelty she'd delivered to her for only a mild protest.