[ ... He really can't decide whether or not to relax, can he? Even under her careful touch, she can tell there's some sort of tension and it really isn't hard to imagine what and why that might be. It's still hard to get her head around the idea, that the Mors King she's spent all this time gradually unlearning her prey animal terror of can get embarrassed just like anyone else under the right circumstances.

... the tips of his ears are all red. Without thinking, she carefully strokes a lock of loose, soapy hair behind one of them when it slips from her hands and into his face. ]

I... was a little surprised that you didn't have any. Attendants, I mean. For the baths. I sort of assumed it was the kind of thing all kings would have if they had a bathing chamber like this.