Steam

Basilisk found himself chuckling softly as his Mistress disappeared beneath the water's surface. Melted, apparently, by his touch. He had never had a reaction feel so personal, so comforted by him before. His attentions in the past had been almost clinical, precise and exact with no personality to the comforts he provided. With Asla, he enjoyed her comfort, laughed softly at the warmth and happiness she put off. He felt like his gentle attentions truly meant something. Like he meant something. So strange, so bizarre.

“As you wish, my friend.” Bas said, offering her another smile, and perhaps hoping to steal another heart-stuttering kiss from the Princess. He climbed into the tub, pushing himself into the space just before her. Looking across at the other wolf for a moment, watching her silky, damp fur, her intense indigo gaze. Speechless.