[Wriothesley is happy to just admire and watch the man move, not at all hiding the way he lets his eyes rove over Pinocchio's body. He does note the way that the other seems to not dry his prosthesis the same way he does with the rest of himself. Just something for him to tuck away into his memories. To remember.

He moves to get out, following after the other. He's quick to just dry himself enough before placing the towel around Pinocchio's neck and tugging them forward until their chests are pressed together.]

I rarely took baths before, but I think I can get used to them if they end up like this on a frequent basis. [He grins a little as he walks backwards, tugging the other with him.] But I'm going to be the one eating well in a moment.