The manor's guest wing was as luxurious as the rest of it. Which meant the bathtub was something of a small swimming pool that Ignotus, being the clean freak that he was, couldn't stop himself from diving into.
The undeniable tension hovering over him and his people wasn't going to stop him.
He lay relaxed in the steaming water, staring at three gold-plated faucets, all shaped like a wolf's head, yet a tad different.
'Why is its mouth shut like that?'
They truly were vassals of death.
'Is that one blind?'
One couldn't see.
'I feel like it's judging my posture...'
One couldn't hear.
'The last one is mute. Hm."
The last couldn't speak.
Ignotus dunked his head underwater to stop the wolves from staring at him and stayed there for a while, perhaps a dozen or so minutes. Only then did he pop back up, splashing water everywhere.
'Luxury is the privilege of choosing when to be wet.'
