Calvin made sure to avert his eyes appropriately as he accepted the saucer, so as not to see any indiscreet parts of the master in the still-mostly-clear waters of the bath. It was strange, feeling this little prickle of shame in the presence of another man's nakedness. This desire to look away and not toward, to try to preserve someone else's decency by shielding his eyes. But he did, ashamed not in the act of not looking, but in how much he wanted to.
"Canwyn, sir," Calvin answered evenly, taking the empty cup and its saucer and carrying them carefully back to the tray, then returning, bearing a large, fluffy towel in hand for when the master chose to finish his soak. "I gave you section along with the letters, though not the one that contains that story. I can find it for you if you like."