Fay didn't adjust the length of the silken furisode as it slipped over the lighter garment beneath, nor did he pull away when the long sleeves of the robe brushed lightly over a Kurogane's damp skin when he poured the clear liquid into the small cups. He served Kurogane before himself, pushing the small dish to the side of the pool.
"But I just got changed." It was a weak protest, Fay enjoyed warm water as much as the next person, and with Kurogane sitting there looking so relaxed, the waters looked particularly inviting. However, it had taken him several attempts at wrapping and draping the furisode correctly so as to have the outfit hold up to Kurogane's scrutiny - not that the other man had said anything about Fay's choice of clothing, well, not yet at least - that taking it off straight away made it feel like something of a wasted effort.