Nathan enjoyed the shower, the slip and slide of skin that was somewhat sexual but also just teasing, waiting for later. For when they were married; it was an unspoken thought that they shared.
"That's fine," he said. Once dressed, he looked further into his closet and found the set of dress robes that his mother had made him come to France for when he'd told her he was going to get married. Luckily their tailor had them ready. Not wanting to potentially hurt them in the floo, he had decided not to wear them just yet.
He made certain he had everything he would need and carefully shrunk them into his pocket, taking care to not wrinkle them. "Ready, my love?" he asked her, holding out his hand to her.