“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
Dorian reclines against a natural rock bench in the water. Steam curls around him. “Have I ever steered you wrong before, Amatus?”
Theo shivers, eyeing Dorian doubtfully.
“Let me rephrase: would I be naked in this place if the water wasn’t suitably warm?” Dorian hadn’t been keen on the trip to the Emprise initially, but the promise of thermal pools helped. “Join me. I’ll keep you warm.”
He watches, amused, as Theo strips and flounders into the water, splashing his way into Dorian’s arms.
He keeps his promise. He keeps him warm.