Angel Dust

Exactly the way he planned it all along, obviously. He'd argue time and time again with him that he does think he's perfect just like this, Heaven and Hell be damned, but for the time being he's feeling more... chill about it. Far more perfect than he is, after all.

"Ask me later and maybe," he huffs out, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. He'll get frustrated again at some point, of course, but that's... normal, isn't it?

Luckily he's learned that there's no point in bothering with any sort of underwear while he's lounging in here and casually steps out of them and not letting him steal that kiss as he catches him to make it last just a little longer. "Might defeat the purpose of a bath, but..." He trails off, letting one of the hands at his waist slide down to tease just above his crotch. "If that's what you want, I can make an exception." It's not like they couldn't just have a shower afterward, anyway. Without another word he's actually moving to scoop this ridiculous man up into his arms bridal style and head into the bathroom.

Once there it's... a little dark at first but it's easy enough to get used to the candlelight instead and the scent of something that's more akin to lavender and sage. "Thought maybe a lil somethin' extra was needed?" He's not even sure, but he's quite glad for his own eyesight being great in the dark.