[Geralt's eyes follow yen as she brushes past him, using immense restraint not to grab her as she walks past. As the pungent, floral smell fills the air, Geralt immediately regrets leaving this in her hands. He enjoys the perfumed scents on Yennefer, on himself? It's not his preference.
He grits his teeth as it spills into the tub, but he's unlacing his pants all the same. Being ordered to do so is a secret thrill and he's reasonably sure she's already figured it out.
His trousers drop to the ground and he steps over beside her, holding out his hands as if he means to help her into the tub like a servant would help a royal.]
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He grits his teeth as it spills into the tub, but he's unlacing his pants all the same. Being ordered to do so is a secret thrill and he's reasonably sure she's already figured it out.
His trousers drop to the ground and he steps over beside her, holding out his hands as if he means to help her into the tub like a servant would help a royal.]
After you.