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[hider=Love Thy Neighbour]Iris found the nearest bathroom after several minutes of peeking into rooms along the way, marveling at the quaint comfort of the decor. The Professor seemed to enjoy the old world charms, an aesthetic Iris also appreciated. Just as he had removed all the lengthy strips of fabric that made up his dancer attire and was reaching for one of the knobs, he heard the distinct sound of armor in motion--the telltale clinking of metal plates tapping against one another as someone walked. Wondering if the approaching noise was his unfortunate bedmate from the previous night, Iris wrapped one of the satin sashes around his waist stepped back out, catching Ganth just as the knight rounded the nearby corner.

[color 7588ff]"My Lord Inquisitor!"[/color] he teased with a bow, walking towards Ganth in nothing but a short wraparound.

"[color goldenrod]Iris?[/color]" -Ganth looked scandalized at the courtesan's careless clothing, the deep blush returned full force. 

[color 7588ff]"The one and only. Care to join me for a bath?"[/color]

The invitation simply caused Ganth to narrow his eyes.  After a few moments, the inquisitor finally responded, clearly flustered.

"[color goldenrod]No thanks.[/color]"

[color 7588ff]"I'll make it good,"[/color] Iris teased, wandering close enough for Ganth to smell the scent of honeysuckle on the courtesan's body, the perfume from yesterday still enticingly strong.

"[color goldenrod]I'm sure it is.[/color]" -Ganth said quickly, his mouth moved before he could really think what it sounded like. Too late to take back his words now, though. Clearly, he hadn't had enough rest, else why would he struggle with words so much?  -"[color goldenrod]Enjoy your bath.[/color]" -Seeing as the courtesan was trying to finish what he started yesterday, Ganth believed retreat was his safest option. But Iris had caught the scent of weakness like a bloodhound and before the knight could maneuver to safety, he had already wrapped his arms from the taller Aasimar's neck, lips sliding against Ganth's jaw and neck again.

[color 7588ff]"What would it hurt, hmm?"[/color] the soft voice whispered, promising an experience to remember.

"[color goldenrod]I-I beg your pardon?[/color]" -The sudden warmth against his neck almost made Ganth shudder, and he had to fight to keep his hands still. 

[color 7588ff]"It's just a bath, my Lord Inquisitor,"[/color] the courtesan purred, [color 7588ff]"surely you've shared baths before."[/color]

"[color goldenrod]I have.[/color]" -But Ganth didn't simply trust Iris to stop at 'just a bath' -"[color goldenrod]But...I prefer mine alone, if you don't mind.[/color]" 

[color 7588ff]"You're so cold to me, you know. And I just wanted your company, too."[/color]

"[color goldenrod]I do not make very good company, as I have told you before. Perhaps someone else would be far more captivating and...willing.[/color]"

[color 7588ff]"But you're the only one who puts up so much of a fight. Or a front."[/color] Another kiss to his jaw punctuated the sentence and Iris's hand was creeping to the rim of his hair, deft fingers tracing the shape and slipping into his hair.

"[color goldenrod]I assure you, it's not a front.[/color]" -Ganth caught his wrists then, though his grip was far laxer than what he was capable -"[color goldenrod]I follow the pale lady Pharasma. She would not approve of this...excess/[/color]"

[color 7588ff]"...Excess, am I?"[/color] The coy smile on Iris's lips smoothed into neutrality and he twisted his wrist free from the firm, but light grip. The same hand blew a kiss in Ganth's direction, but the courtesan didn't elaborate further. Instead he stepped away and turned towards the bathroom door. [color 7588ff]"Well, if you ever decide to try out any 'excess' I'm a short catcall away."[/color] He waved dismissively, as if brushing away something above his head while he walked back to the bathroom, the smooth glide of his usual gait replaced with a more measured beat. 

Ganth noticed the changes easily enough, subtle as they were. Yet, he made no move to pursue the courtesan. Instead, he turned and walked back to his room. There was simply more things that needed his attention for the moment. [/hider]