Ashok opened one eye first at the comment and then the other. The small fidgets of the guardian trying to beat him into submission stopped as he watched her. "A bath?"
Pushing himself up off the ground, the idea distracting him enough to keep his movements more fluid than pained. "If tea and meditation don't work how is a bath suppose to?"
Where there was typically a tone of doubt and scepticism, a hint of uncertainty came up. Ashok knew that if his family heard how they had been living they would have been disappointed in many ways, but for Ashok an arranged marriage would not be some excuse to suddenly be flirty and happy with each other. This is what went through his head immediately upon the suggestion of a bath, not knowing what the plan would be after it was drawn.