"I like when you do," he murmured, but that was when Adam turned away the first time. With a quizzical look Ronan watched as Adam turned again. Weird. It was enough to distract him from the fact that he was very, very naked in front of his childhood love. It meant nothing, he reminded himself, and to Adam he was probably like a piece of furniture. Just another thing in the house to be scrubbed down and made to look presentable.

Ronan watched him a moment longer, as though he expected an answer, and then looked away. "You can call me asshole, if you want. Been called that plenty of times." Stepping toward the bath, he passed Adam and stretched, showing the slick ink parading across the entire expanse of his back. Feathers and claws flexed with him.

Reaching down, he skimmed the top of the water with his fingers. It felt good, a careful temperature. "You don't have to wait around," he said, glancing at Adam from over his shoulder. "You can have the rest of the night for yourself."