[This hadn't been the plan, exactly; Lorenz had intended on showering and then making his way back upstairs to fetch himself some additional day clothes and then perhaps browse around for tea. He would have asked if Wriothesley wanted to come along, of course, as he is good company. Fooling around in the shower wasn't in the plans.

He'd have waited until after the first tea time, at least. But here they are, and with Wriothesley already reacting so strongly to his most innocent of touches. That is invigorating, to say the least.

Lorenz steps around to stand at his side to see his face better, running his fingers back up his spine.]

Wriothesley... [did they not discuss this on the way here! give it a try!] Know that you are about to hear the rarest of requests I have ever made: Tell me what to do. Would you, please?