Sinric purrs a contented little sound. He does so love having his hair played with.

He leans back to run his cheek against Emcee's. "I haven't had a chance to test the bath yet. It will be a pleasure to share it with you." He loosens his own sash, letting the warm robe slip off.

He's grown less self-conscious about his back over time. The layers of scar and abuse, the name carved into his shoulder and later recut as a blessing. But showing that side of himself to Emcee has never been troubling. It has never felt like something he had to hide.