Taking a mere bath with no servants to wash his backside was not enjoyable. He grimaced with a fist plotting against his chin and his elbow on the edge of the bath ridge. It was with a displeased slant of his eyes that he noticed the mold on the walls that was forming. He felt he remembered this. Bathing in what he could find and making the most of it. It was far before his time as King. It was when he was being raised up and trained with other soldiers. What was once a thin lad was now a hulking man. Or so many told him. He recalled what he did when presented with only a body of water.

Hisame's arrival perked his head up. He watched as her feet paused by the door.  Disappointment aired his mood when she turned to leave. She was not as adventurous to gander at him when in the bath. A moment countless women chose not to forego. "Then wine we will have. Enough to fill our hearts!" He sat back in the bath as He spoke this ending it with a hearty chuckle. He began to breathe deeply and focused a orb of flame miniscule in size to arrive within the water. It boiled instantly and the water began to steam from being heated up rapidly. It overflowed quite a bit more before settling into a warm most the escaped the room. His body could handle the intense heat all dirt and germs on his body could not. So he emerged from the bath soaked yet clean. His protective wear was picked up but the only thing he placed on was his dark red trousers that were sewn with care with a fine texture. 

He planted heavy foot after heavy foot as he casually strolled down the hall. With no towel available he merely walked while still damp. He shook violently to throw many beads of water off before coming to a door With a ribbon on it. He sniffed the air to find the similar fragrance he found from a woman to be near. Though Hisame was a fair woman she did not bathe as he did so as a result she filled the air with the smell of delicate flesh. Magnixx found this tolerable despite the hint of of sweat from activity he sensed from Hisame. Was it that much work to find the wine? He did little pondering however. If she was nervous she hid it well. While disatisfying he knew he could not choose a better candidate to forget the bloodshed and his doomed fate. 

"It appears that I have found the room. And perhaps I grow more accustomed to their doors. Wood is so... weak." He said as the knob gently turned to let himself in. He did not make a uneven sound beneath his feet as he gently strolled in. Eyes set on observing the mysterious woman and her mood setting decor.