Andrew was socially awkward when it came to friends. He was used to keeping people at arm's length, both literally and figuratively. He had years of lessons in proper conduct to shed, and he did want to shed that. Even at Cambridge, he was strongly discouraged to join in at parties, remaining morally upright at all times. Sera had been of the same mind, and together it wasn't so dull, but now, without her, he wanted to explore.
When Lin took his arm, he didn't object, following him with a quick laugh. They stood, staring at the extra large tub. "You're joking. Pillows and blankets?" He never would have considered that, but the man next to him made it sound good, great even.
Lin was so close to what he had expected of him. What he lacked in stature, he made up for with that magnetic smile and personality. Andrew didn't find him awkward at all, but fun. He only hoped that when Lin left, it wouldn't be in a huff, never wanting to go back to such a stuffy Brit.
One thing was certain - he would have to step outside his box. He was beginning to do that. He stepped over the sides until he was standing in it. "Now I'm thinking of Lucy dancing in that bucket. She was positively mad." He wasn't going to stop to think about how a wealthy noble ended up standing in a bathtub, considering how they would both fit, even if they just met. He was going with it.