He flushed red at the obvious invitation. Oh, it didn't stop him from struggling to his feet and following her, of course, but he was beet red as he did so. Likely the entire mansion knew about their last shared bath.

Upon reaching the outdoor bath, he removed his clothing and glasses, waiting until he was seated before removing the spats. The spat on his right foot was a bit tight by design to help provide some support to his bad leg. It only made sense to have a spat on his left foot to make it a little less obvious.

He squinted about, trying to see her through the blur his lack of corrective lenses created. The way the steam rose from the bath further transformed the area into some sort of mystic pool.