[He's watching her with a gaze that makes him almost catlike, his eyes flicking from her eyes to her mouth as she's almost in his lap, and he sets the jug aside. He isn't one to resist such an invitation, not from a woman like Astrid. He doesn't know anyone like her; all the women in his world, in his life, they've all been built for other things. For service, or royalty in a way he could just shrug off, pretend weren't part of-
-this. Him.
He reaches out a hand in the water, to her hip.]
Not yet.
[He agrees, amicably. His hand is covered in calluses, it's rough with use, but he's soft, inviting, as he urges her just a little closer.]
girl GET IT
-this. Him.
He reaches out a hand in the water, to her hip.]
Not yet.
[He agrees, amicably. His hand is covered in calluses, it's rough with use, but he's soft, inviting, as he urges her just a little closer.]