[Lorenz looks up at him, eyebrows raised and color rising quickly in his cheeks betraying any illusion of being cool and disaffected he might have tried for. He hums and drops his gaze down to Fenris' shoulder, the glimpse of collarbone and beyond where his shirt hangs off in just the right way, appreciating the view before he answers these very important questions.]

Why wouldn't I want to bathe with you? Naturally, I do.

[Does anything hit all the right intimacy buttons like having a bath together? It's sublime! He presses his fingers harder into Fenris' lower back, tracing an idle pattern before slipping his hand lower to simply rest on his ass. Hmm, overdressed, tell him more.]

I haven't a hand left to do anything about my attire, Fenris.