Marius doesn't miss that wicked curve of a smile on Rat's face, echoing the curves of his own wicked thoughts. He chews thoughtfully on his lip as the corners of his mouth quirk upwards and a light blush spreads across his cheeks like the rising dawn. They've already spent so much time wrapped with in and around each other's skin. But then, what better way to spend their getaway?

Urged on by a sudden spark of a feeling, Marius turns to face Rat, twirling some of his long, red hair around one of his fingers as he stands fully naked in front of his lover. "What a saint you are," he teases, eyes bright. "Perhaps I'll follow your saintly example and pray in the water. All by myself." His voice wavers a bit but his tone lingers, suggesting the exact opposite of his words as he takes a few steps backwards, towards the tub.

His own stomach growls a moment later, and Marius giggles. "We should get waffles," he says. "And every kind of ridiculous food that will likely give us heart attacks."