"Some-- what?" Gaius laughs, breath hot against his ear, before he snatches up soap and the washcloth, so he can scrub Estinien's back, get his hair wet and yes, soap-slick so he can wiggle the burrs from it. "First off, it's Ala Mhigan bathhouses. We have saunas. Bath Houses were an import, and only for those able to afford such things."

Sometimes Estinien's ignorance is amusing. Sometimes it's aggravating. This time? It's downright funny.