Calvin turned his head, meeting the master's eyes for just a moment, a shiver tingling down his spine. He undressed the master all the time, but he wasn't used to seeing him like this. So exposed, and yet so calm. And direct, on top of that. He subtly chewed the inside of this cheek. Did he want to?
He stepped slightly sideways to allow the master to approach the tub and said, "I would be happy to, sir. I am just..." he bit down on his cheek again and turned his head back toward Master Rosier. "You aren't acting like yourself. You are... understandably upset, and I'm unsure how to help. This," he gestured to the door, and a little further to the chair beyond, just visible through it, "Is perhaps a way."