"That's okay, we all have our little quirks because of what we are. I mean, you've seen how I have to eat. I'd be a withered up and paltry husk if I didn't stuff myself after most of the work."
He sizes up the bed-tub, slipping in, finding it pleasantly warm, and positioning himself so he's comfortable but supported enough that his head won't go under when he relaxes.
He'd all but pat the spot next to him, but it wouldn't be audible from under the water, as he turns to her and smiles.
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