"You're the one that said I stink." He points it out in her usual no arguments tone, brow raised even as he leans down to meet her kiss. This is nice, this little intimacy of itself, where he can talk and tease her like he always has, but steal a kiss instead of denying himself such treats. He likes this, regrets the way she pulls away to continue helping him out of his clothes, his gaze momentarily dropping down her chest.

It's silly, he's seen her nude before, bathed with her. She's made a game of it before, seeing how slowly she could strip down, always catching him staring when he hadn't meant to be. But now with her standing here between him and the bath, in her breastband and trousers he's captivated, mind moving slower than ever has he shrugs coat and shirt off into a puddle on the floor.

"I'm sure that's all." A soft snort and he shakes his head, kissing her brow again as his hands find her hips, find the button to her own pants and he undoes it, gentle and slow as he tugs them down. "Nothing else could interest you of course."

His sarcasm is a softer sort than hers, a gentle teasing and he soothes the words further with his kisses, brushing them over her cheek bones as her pants slip down and creators, she's almost bare to him again, Liaran swallowing thickly, his words a mumble, "Creators, you're beautiful..."