Riku knew that the Prince liked his little poems, and though he'd agreed to let the Prince take care of him, didn't think it would hurt to offer him one, especially since he very much enjoyed the Prince's light touch as the Prince washed him in a lazy, content manner.
Still, Riku laughed, his cheeks turning pink, when the Prince returned the verse. "I can see why you like it so much when I do that." It was incredibly romantic and dreamy. "You do not need to beg," not at all.
Riku stood up from the bath and stepped out carefully onto the plush rug, letting the Prince wrap him up while he slipped out of his wet underthings, the towel soft against his clean skin.
"Let us hope our chaperons did not try and check on us while we were away from the room," Riku teased. He didn't think they would... not with how upset Riku had been. They knew to leave him and the Prince alone at certain such times.
Riku took the Prince's hand and walked with him back to their room, sitting down on the bed and giving the Prince a little grin. "Dress me for bed?" Yeah, he just wanted the Prince to touch him all soft like.