Firestone Hot Springs too hot to handle

"You gotta get out eventually" he laughs, unperturbed by her hesitation. Dorian wasn't messing with her for a cheap thrill. He was being logical in his own way. The man shuffles under the water before lifting himself back onto all fours. He is shorter than most men but at least she can clearly see what he looked like now. "see? I'm sharing."

He flashes a grin her way again, further unperturbed by her butchering his pack's name. "A gentleman always shares first" he points out "always leads first. Except when the lady wants to go. Then he'll gladly step aside" his eyes roll away from her form to glance around them "it's a mouthful, though, isn't it?" he chuckles, amused by the pronounciation.

Lowering himself back into the water, he sighs blissfully. "I guess I'm a gentleman if someone thinks that."