Since he had given over his shorts for bandages, all he had to do was slip into the already drawn bath and scrub himself clean. The soap was hard and gritty and lacked any real scent, but it served well in scrubbing off the dirt, dried blood, and whatever else had accumulated on his body during the trip. Once the scrubbing was done he sat back in contemplative thought, only breaking it once to ask his attendant for a goblet of wine. This might be the only time in the near future he has a little solace to reflect on the recent events without bickering, crude humor, or sexual deviance, and he planned on taking full advantage of the time given to think through this situation.<br/><br/>He could hear the sounds of moaning in the other rooms and the even the air was beginning to smell like sex. It would be a lie to say he wasn't a little jealous that someone was 'getting some' and he wasn't, but his mind is somewhat preoccupied with this whole champion thing. He sips his wine and with a bit of a sour face realizes it's quite warm. With a bit of concentration he summons energy through his body and watches with amusement as a thin sheen of ice forms on his goblet. He examines the item and takes a sip of his now slushy wine.<br/><br/>"Well at least it's not warm anymore." He says with a chuckle.<br/><br/>Until this moment Alistair had no idea what his purpose or power in this realm would be. Knowing his weapon would be magic made him somewhat relaxed. In this moment he had several epiphanies of the most profound sort. The first made him realize there were certain spells he could just cast out of the blue. They took no effort, required little discipline, and were fairly effective. Second he was certain that he had the ability to cast even more spells, but these spells had to be studied. The third and most surprising of his revelations was that he seemed to have a grasp on sexual energy, the lust of others could be harnessed to perform ritual spellcasting.<br/><br/>Then he wondered if his own libido and energy could be harvested for such rituals. It seems unlikely, but at some point in the future he might experiment upon this. For right now he lays back in the tub, raging erection breaking the surface of the bathwater like a purple headed shark fin, with eyes rolled back and harvesting the lust energies in the air.