Settling into the tub seemed to require some exhaled noises of surprise at the heat, mostly through the teeth, with a final, satisfied groan once Tristaan's skin ceased protesting and his sore muscles were finally given a chance to appreciate the affects of the warmth. His hands wandered a little over the familiar until the passive found something comfortable, flushed from steam and closeness,

"I'll have t'work on th'temperature, I s'pose." He chuckled, eyes half closed, "When I was little, we had a bath with hot an' cold water, but I didn't care t'look at th'pipes back then. I prolly wouldn't remember if I had, anyways. I ent sure I have any idea how that'd work ... figurin' this out was more'n'enough plannin."

He shifted slightly, sliding lower to lean his head against the edge of the tub, pressing closer, "This'll be mant more'n'jus' benny come winter, though once you fill this place up with folks, we'll have t'work harder t'find time t'ourselves."

"Ne hama, its fine. It's hot when ye first get in, but benny once you get used to it. I ent complaining at all." Frowning a little at his last comment, her eyes still closed, the witch thought about it for a while. She didn't want to loose what little time she had with the handsome passive, not just to entertain the masses. It was special, and something she felt they both required. Both in mind and in body. Her frown turned back into a mischevious smile as the last thought ran through her head, quite aware of the body part of their relationship.

"Oes, I know kov. I ent sure how, but we will organise something. Maybe it ent possible in the first weeks, but surely, once we have staff, we can organise one night a week to ourselves, ye chen." Nuzzling her head back against his shoulder and moving a hand, she lazily trailed her fingers up his thigh to his knee, opening her eyes and lifting it up to watch the water drip off her fingertips, marveling at the steam that even emenated from her wet hand.

"Mmm," Tristaan breathed mostly through his nose, eyes closed, momentarily distracted from conversational thoughts by the movement of the brunette's hand. Leaning his head forward, the passive spoke quietly, lips teasing up her neck to her ear as he did so,

"Only one night a week, eh, macha? While I ent wishin' any lack of success, I'll have t'hope we're never so popular that I can't have th'time I want with you." He chuckled, allowing his hands to wander again,

"No harm meant, of course. Jus' me thinkin' out loud."

Sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth gently, the black and red haired witch make a little sigh in the back of her throat, reaching both hands up to wrap them around the back of the passives neck. His hands, slightly cooler than the water itself, felt so light and ticklish in the hot clear liquid. Goosebumps tore up the dancers skin, puckering the mauve colored flesh on her nipples and giving her a bodily shudder.

"I would spend every waking hour with you if I could. Vrunta kov, I didn't know this would be so nice." She said with emotion, meaning all of it.

"I'm sure it's th'company that makes it better, macha." The swordsman chuckled, enjoying the dancer's reactions to his touch, calloused hand settling for a moment at her hips, though it was obvious they were still restless (knowing him as Sarinah did),

"Oes, it's definitely somethin' worth sharin', though I ent sure how t'work everythin' out once this place is full of other folks. We'll have t'make a schedule," Tristaan still spoke quietly against her ear, closing his eyes as her arms reached behind his head, jokingly adding, "an' maybe get a better lock in here just in case."