[Trevor being remotely interested in baths is what Alucard calls a victory, even though he's aware that it is only because it involves the dhampir also being nude. So be it.
He follows after with only a moment's glance back to the dishes. The baths themselves are what Adrian considers the house's only real luxury, because it is in fact over kill to have a miniaturized bath house in the middle of the city. There are steam rooms and the like left over from the Ottomans here, yes, but more than that, Alucard leaves such places feeling much calmer and civilized. Why would't he simply have one in his own house?
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He follows after with only a moment's glance back to the dishes. The baths themselves are what Adrian considers the house's only real luxury, because it is in fact over kill to have a miniaturized bath house in the middle of the city. There are steam rooms and the like left over from the Ottomans here, yes, but more than that, Alucard leaves such places feeling much calmer and civilized. Why would't he simply have one in his own house?
The decor is far more in the Turkish style anyway, all heated marble and elaborate metal working for the fixtures, the hot, cold, and tepid pools sizeable but not swimming pools either. It's absolutely overkill. And maybe that's just fine.
Alucard's own clothing is taken off layer by careful layer, each garment folded and placed aside on the little wooden bench near the entrance that's meant to serve that exact purpose. It's slow going, not just because of the layers, but because the dhampir keeps sneaking glances in Trevor's direction.
He finishes, finally, and wastes little time getting into the hottest of the baths.]