Gaius just leans back into the tub, unconcerned for the moment as he admires the way that damn man just glistens. With his silver hair and pale skin, he's like some winter spirit, emerged from a cold spring. An eikon of spring thaw, something melting the icicles.

Then he realizes the water's getting too cold for comfort without a second body in the tub to provide heat as well, and starts to reluctantly haul himself upward.