Jacques took her in, looking her over, and when she headed to get washed up, of course he followed. "Wait for me Ms. Arden...  you know where the spring is." He followed, loosening the straps as he walked, not blindly enchanted, but enchanted by this lovely woman nontheless. the manhood straining at it's confines suggested more than simple interist of course. weather he'd act on it was another matter entirely.