There were so many other words that came to mind though but he wouldn't say them until he was sure they were true. Like was Bagoas' skin as silken as it seemed? Did his hair twist around Josef's hand like the finest woven rope, the sort that held back thigh velvet curtains to allow the sunlight to pour in. So many things that only thing did he allow himself to imagine exploring.

Not now though, but sometime sooner than later, he expected. He wasn't looking at this plainly or through rose coloured glasses. They would share much though, he had no doubt of that.

"Whenever you wish to," he said, moving towards the bath. He kept hold of Bagoas' hand. "Only comfortable if you are as well," he said, moving to step into the bath.