Once the bath is drawn and he uses the best scented soaps and bubbles he can find, Rider settles into the water and waits. He can be patient, when the goal is worthy enough. And he knows Saft is no physical prize to be won. She's a woman; a noble lady even if she won't admit it.

When she calls out to him he looks up and smiles. There's no true ravenous light in his eyes; the conqueror isn't looking at her now as another prize. It is Iskandar that looks upon her now, with amber eyes sparking in delight and, yes, arousal. He rises just slightly, hidden from the waist down by the water and bubbles. Rider holds a hand out to her to help her into the water.

"It's ready, good lady," he smiles, helping her in and thinking that there's not a single thing boyish about her.

She's fair and feminine, he enjoys looking at her; but he's always enjoyed looking at her. There isn't really anything different in his gaze now. It just lingers longer, and seems the slightest bit more appreciative of her as a whole.