Lucian stepped out of the wooden bathtub, beads of water gliding down his sun-bronzed skin, tracing the deep ridges of muscle across his body.
Throwing on a robe, he slicked back his wet hair and walked past the folding screen.
A whistle rang out, followed by a familiar teasing voice.
"Well, well, now that's a sight. How on earth did Lady Ashbourne resist this view?"
Theobald sat comfortably in Lucian's tent, leisurely sipping tea while letting his eyes wander over Lucian from head to toe as though admiring a piece of art.
Lucian let out a snort and sat down across from him.
"Do you like watching men? There are plenty at the border."
Theobald waved off the jab with mock nonchalance and pretended to pour tea like a loyal attendant.
"Easy, easy. I'm just here to report."
"Then make it quick." Lucian took the cup without thanks.
Only then did Theobald's expression turn serious, his voice sharpening.
