Precisely so. You move with grace and leisure, starting with perhaps the most sensible part— rather than where would need the most attention soonest after a day of vigorous activity.

[he gives him a coy grin as his hands move to his shoulders to give a firm, soapy squeeze. His hands glide down his back to his hips, then around to his stomach. He leaves his hands there for a moment, just thinking about the feminine softness to him. really you hardly ever saw men like francel, and never in the nude. it hadn't stopped being novel at all to him yet. he lets go to rewet his hands in the rising water and steps down into the bath, taking one of francel's legs into his lap. there he washed and massaged it as if he were in servitude.]

It is my private pleasure, then.