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Furs, huh. Charles had never slept on furs. She said he would be comfortable. What if I don't want to be comfortable? What if I don't deserve to be comfortable? He didn't argue, instead followed her to the bath, feeling numb.

There was that thing again. 'Please every part of the body'. The fuck did that even mean? Was she talking about bathing or something else? She instructed him to go to a specific edge of the water thingy and Charles felt a little weirded out by that. Just like every interaction with Ramesses had ever been, he constantly found himself thinking, What does she really mean? He had no way of knowing. Charles followed the instructions nonetheless, because what else was he going to do? He settled against the edge she had instructed, and listened numbly to what she said about Ramesses (presumably he was 'The Pharaoh', which didn't surprise Charles one bit, 'cause he'd always had this commanding 'I'm the boss' vibe about him even when he was a part of the Saints).

Oh, yeah, no rush of course, he said, rather wishing he could deny the company altogether. Charles definitely wanted the food and comfort that came with this place, but maybe not... certain other things.