Shura made sure the blanket didn't fall on him, and in the mess he'd made on himself. That meant his skin was exposed to the chill air. There was no winning. He still didn't move though, attention drifting from Reinhard, to the ceiling, to the low fire, and back again.
It wasn't so bad. He could use the cooling off.
The smile from Reinhard was its own reward. Not like he'd been smiling a lot since they'd met. Though what he added, about Shura wanted it, had a dark blush coloring his cheeks and neck. He hadn't been entirely aware about a lot of the things that had come out of his mouth, in the moment. Not that he was upset it had, or that he'd taken it back, just that... Well.
It had been awhile. Shura couldn't remember the last time. Memory is faulty anyway. He sighed a little and rubbed at his eyes. He would likely forget this, too, if Reinhard left him for any long period of time. Not because it wasn't worth remembering or Shura hadn't enjoyed himself, his mind just... His memory was just that bad.
When Reinhard licked at his neck, Shura made a pleased, lazy noise in the back of his throat and lightly touched his shoulder. The idea of getting up and getting in water sounded good. Gathering up the will, and energy, Shura sat up and reached for his hand. His legs and ass was not happy with this motion, but he stood anyway. He definitely needed a bath. The smell of sex lingered in the air – which wasn't bad in and of itself – but Shura definitely wanted to wash it off of himself.
Seeing the tub full of water, he murmured, "That was nice of you..." before he glanced at Reinhard, red eyes narrowing a little, "Did you plan this?" He wasn't upset. That'd have been silly, and there wasn't really a way for Reinhard to have planned it. But it was an amusing accusation.