"Aye, I will be quick," Aymeric, entirely shunning modesty, just pulls off the rest of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He has his fair share of scars and wounds, burn marks especially. He's more lucky than anything that he hasn't been marred in the face. It would be a shame.

It only takes him a moment to get completely naked once the armor's off. It would be a truly beautiful sight if not for the drunken gait he takes getting into the bathroom. He gets the water on easily enough and climbs into the tub. He sits in the spray of the shower for a moment, finds a handhold, and stands himself up.

"I'm not sure if anything can beat the sensation of warm water after a day like this." He could think of one other thing, but his thoughts scrambled from it as soon as they came. He tried to really wipe the smell off of him. He found a bit of soap, didn't question why it was there, and started washing his armpits and crotch with it.