Once in the tub, though not without almost tripping on it, he spared Aymeric a glance as he lingered in the door way. He wasn't bashful, being a man in the service lent itself to being naked around other men quite often. Modesty did not exist for the most part.

However, he could not help but feel a little odd, if not a touch vulnerable, but that laid far more with where his mind wandered of its own accord. However, it helped not with Aymeric's come on, one that he tried most vigilantly to ignore and repress.

He did not look at Aymeric, as his mind raced for a retort, but it was weighed down and sluggish, and what words came to him didn't make much sense. So he merely shrugged, trying to sort through his thoughts. Perhaps turning the water on would be answer enough for the other man, but he knew it was not enough for his mind—or his body. There was an unfamiliar feeling building in his groin, an annoyance he tried to ignore in lieu of rinsing himself off in the warm water.

However, his mind continued to be plagued with the image of Aymeric exposing himself before him, thoughts that never surfaced in all the times he had seen another man bare before him—so why in the seven hells now? He cursed under his breath as he felt himself begin to stiffen as those invasive thoughts kindled feelings he thought himself without—or maybe above. Either way, his body was outright betraying him without a second thought, and he hoped that he could attempt to hide it, or that it would settle down by the time he was done rinsing.

He would be wrong on both accounts.