“Torin,” I said, “you are getting in this tub with me.” He glanced at me over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “I…what?” “That took over twenty minutes. I’m not filling it again. And I’m not dealing with the guilt of taking the only bath. We were both tortured in the cells. We’ll both take a bath, facing in opposite directions.” His eyes danced. “If you really want to see me naked, changeling, you could just ask.” “It’s not like that.” I closed my eyes. “We will each face the opposite direction. I’ll face left, you right. It’s only practical.” “Whatever you want, changeling.”
