SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Shesha gave a bit of a snort, "You don't need to lie to try to get on my good side, Little Fish, I already..." He trailed off, shook his head, then returned to what he was doing. He'd almost said that he 'liked Aqio already' but didn't much like how that sounded in his head. He didn't want to confused the assassin and make him read into his words. It was bad enough that he knew the Matorian had a lot in the way of feelings bubbling inside him that made Shesha uncomfortable.
Once he'd finished removing his make up he then set to shedding his various pieces of jewelry, setting them down on the table, all his hair pieces, and finally his clothing which he hung up. The moment he was done shedding every last piece of what he wore he was quick to scurrying to the bath and get in, not wanting to be seen bare of everything for too long. It was easier to instead sink into the hot water and hide the fact that he was now bereft of all of his adornments.
"Our plans? Those depend upon how long it takes the God of Storms to get these tantrums out of his system. Once that is over and done with them we actually start moving again at our leisure." He said once he'd sun into the water up to his neck.
