Beau watched Llewellyn close the tap and stand, aware of his sudden unwillingness to look directly at him. “Do you want to?” he asked with a sort of directness he wasn’t typically known for. It was clear the other man was uncomfortable about something, he could only assume it was what had just happened below. He was usually all calm confidence. Beau studied his profile, fully aware that he couldn’t exactly say ’No.’ If he deflected or equivocated he’d send him away, he decided, tilting his head in an almost cat-like way. "Or would you rather go back downstairs?"