Only a few moments.

Laying back on your bed, you feel your eyelids flutter as you flit in and out of a comfortable doze.

Your eyes dart open when you feel Cole tapping your shoulder.

"Not that you're not entitled to a decent rest after _that _performance, but I'm heading for a bath. I just thought I'd ask if you fancied tagging along." Your roommate mentions.

"A-a bath?" You say groggily, sitting up alongside Cole.

"Oh, you haven't heard." Cole realizes. "Andraste, are you in for a treat. Lady Vivienne decided that, as her favorites, we should be entitled to bathe like we're the comte and comtesses she spends the other half of her time with."

You can't quite believe what you're hearing. A few days ago, you would've considered a rusty tub and some lukewarm water the height of luxury. Of course, you were quickly realizing your new life came with its share of perks.

"And for the record, some of us _would _have been among said comtes and comtesses, if not for a little mana in our veins." Cole says, puffing out his chest proudly. From Cole's posh accent, you're not surprised you hadn't guessed of his background.

"A bath does sound good..." You opine, coming around on the prospect.

"Trust me, it'll be more than good. And besides, I need it. Plugging a Templar always makes me feel a little dirty. In the best possible way, of course." Cole smirks.

"Plus, Maker only knows the fun we could have cleaning ourselves." From the lingering, almost hungry glance Cole pays to your cock, his meaning couldn't be clearer if he was sitting on it.