He took his time, not letting the little "intruder" ruin his bathing rituals. As he finished up, he dunked his head into the pond and brought it back up without bothering to shake the water free. Keeping an eye on Miraj, he made his way back up to his pack and his dirty clothes. Paying him no mind for a moment, he fished out a folded up piece of cloth and draped it across his shoulders. Beginning the process of drying himself, he didn't pay attention to the fact that every drop he wiped from his shoulders or chest was quickly replaced by at least five more dripping from his hair.
Turning a little as the younger man bowed, he chuckled once more. He's funny. He didn't think that he would have held his composure after being mocked in such a way, especially since most men he met reacted with quite a bit of emotion -usually anger- whenever Julian decided to be mean and call someone a prude for the hell of it. He had to give it to him, he had restraint. Restraint, perhaps minimally, of his tongue, but it didn't seem as though he had a handle on his curiosity.
"Hello, Miraj al-Shaharyar of Thanatos." Julian's eyes danced with amusement and he tipped his head a bit to acknowledge the other man's bow, flashy as it was. He didn't feel like giving his name just yet, though, he felt that if this one was as curious as he suspected, he might work for it. Grinning at the mentioning, once again, of his being physically unarmed, Julian turned to face Miraj. Ever the show-off, he flexed his abdominals as he allowed the cloth to drop on top of his pack.
Slowly, he set the bar of soap next to his pile of dirty clothes. He wasn't in a rush, he wanted to make this fun. "Hm, your eyes so easily miss my most formidable weapon, Miraj," he joked. "But you want to know what I mean, yes?" He stepped closer, his eyes flashing between gold and a deeper green, the fangs of his feline side beginning to poke at his lips. Just as quickly as his eyes became disturbed, they settled back to their normal color and Julian began his swift change to his jaguar form.
Launching himself forward when his speedy transformation was complete, Julian aimed to get a scare out of the boy and let out a short, low-pitched roar and set his giant claws in front of himself as he sped through the air. Just as quickly as he'd jumped, he landed, and he had Miraj. Pouncing heavily on him, he settled his front paws against the boy's shoulders and breathed the hot breath of the great cat in his face. Almost grinning, he panted and nipped at his hair before allowing himself to shift back, once again a naked, wet-headed, grinning blond. "Hah," he snorted, finally shaking his hair out and, conveniently, in the face of his finely-dressed companion.
"Dangerous enough for you, Miraj?" he purred, keeping his hands against the other's shoulders, wanting to milk the situation for all it was worth.