You couldn't tell from me orgasming on your couch?

[The response is muttered. Ravus has his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the pillow, relaxing and breathing in the scented steam.]

Yes, just like that. A little lower. [He urges as Gladio kneads his shoulder muscles. He was going to ask if Gladio was getting in with him, but he's not going to turn down a massage.

Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone, though. He lifts one leg out of the water.]

Get in. You can do my calves next.