[He chuckles, turning and sitting on the edge of the tub as it fills. He breezes by her line of questioning on his fetishes. There was plenty of time for that.]

I just like there to be no sense of obligation, is all. It’s nice to take it as slow as you can stand, when you barely know a lady. And you ain’t paying her. Let me know when I start boring you, perhaps.

[He stands after a moment, looking down at her. Pretty, young thing with those big sad eyes. Reminded him of someone special. Made him want to be careful about her. He reaches forward and tucks her robe closer to her neck before turning and gesturing for her to enter the bathroom. He stalwartly keeps his back turned for her to do whatever she likes as he sips his drink. ]

[The room is small, but there’s space to sit against the wall of the bath. The toilet tank has candles perched and merged atop it in a melded mess, offering moody lighting in the otherwise dim room.]

Go on, at your leisure. I won’t turn around until you tell me to.