As Luna cleaned herself off, Elaros reached into the soapy bucket and procured a sponge, engorged with the water inside the bucket. As Luna cleaned herself off, he slid over to her, and sat her down on his lap. His cock didn't touch her, though, and he made no indication that he wanted her yet, since he'd put her down more on his thigh than his crotch.
He started going over her with the sponge, which was just the right combination of rough and soft, wiping away the residue left by his guards.
"Don't worry, Luna. I'm a Drakkon with very unorthodox tastes. I wouldn't expect you to know how I tick from the very start. I'm a master that requires some initiative on the parts of his slaves. Do not fret. Once you get used to me, you'll know what I want without me having to say a word."
He whispered all of this into her ear, passing his rough, forked tongue against her neck.