He dunks his head under the water, and comes up scrubbing.  He finishes rapidly, seeming to care little for his own comfort.  "Well, I'll certainly miss the company."  He stands and wraps a towel around his waist, stepping from the tub and leaning down to retrieve his glass, drain it.  He retrieves the bottle, swirls it a little.  "Probably about a glass's worth for each of us left..."  He sits on the edge of the bed with the bottle in one hand, fills up his glass with the other.  He nods toward her glass and holds up the bottle, pats the bed beside him with it.  "There's just a bit left, enough to fill you back up, I think."<br/><br/>