[Taryon thinks of the few times he's gotten his face near another man's dick. He thinks of the cleaning required if everything got in his hair. He grimaces at this absurb notion of enjoying it. But Astarion looking like that--
He's pulled towards the tub before he can imagine something that would compromise his respectability.] The tub? Oh no, what's in here?
[He slides his hands out to grip the rim and lean over. Jets along the sides, no doubt for jacuzzi reasons.]
What about the bath salts? There might be something strange in there. [He crouches to open up a cabinet under the sink containing too many types of bath bombs and salts in shades of blue and green.]
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He's pulled towards the tub before he can imagine something that would compromise his respectability.] The tub? Oh no, what's in here?
[He slides his hands out to grip the rim and lean over. Jets along the sides, no doubt for jacuzzi reasons.]
What about the bath salts? There might be something strange in there. [He crouches to open up a cabinet under the sink containing too many types of bath bombs and salts in shades of blue and green.]