He arched an eyebrow at her performance with the robe, but said nothing. The poor thing, I think she's actually shy. Well, no doubt that's why she's been so standoffish. With a sigh, he set in to watch her. He could be endlessly patient when it suited him, and for now he chose to let her be comfortable. He played idly with a sponge while she soaked. This whole process was clearly going to be more stumbling and complicated than he was used to - Galryn could tell she was more than middling attractive, and he did desire her. He took the period of silence to examine those feelings, dissect them and search through their components. What was he feeling? Simple lust, or possessiveness, or a desire to assert his control over her? It was an uncertain matter, and he misliked not knowing his own feelings about someone he would be spending so much time around.