Ten watched the flex and pull of Keara's well toned muscles, as she seemed to put just as much labour into cleaning his tub, as she had her own clothing. He didn't expect he would be asking her to do very intensive work, but it was good to see that she didn't shy away from it. He pulled a thick, white bathrobe off of the hook, ont he back of the bathroom door, and held it out to her.
"This might suit you a bit better, if we're going to the kitchen," he smirked. "You never know when someone might be cooking bacon, or something."