"And they would deserve it. They've lost all their manners over the years. I alone have bothered to make any sort of homes for myself, so I still understand the courtesy of knocking. Of privacy." Not that he always did, or that anyone expected him to do it. But the idea of checking on Aza made him feel more at ease.

"I'll bring our son here. I bet he still smells like dragon spit and the inside of an eggshell." He picked up a soft-bristled brush and did away with all the dirt under his nails. He scrubbed at his body with soap in a utilitarian sort of way that Prometheus had likely never seen before before standing.

He tossed his legs over the edge and pulled a towel around his waist without bothering to properly dry. "I'll be just a moment."

And just a moment he was, returning with the squirming child. He held him gingerly under the armpits to let him dip his tail or a toe into the water. "Heaven's sake, I really had grown noseblind to your maw, hadn't I? He smells so much like your breakfast. Do you understand, Azeyma? You're stinky!"