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[magicalvoice]

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[evernohr]

[Xander leaves his device behind as well, then follows Sylvan up the stairs and into a room that should make him feel more relaxed, but might actually accomplish just the opposite.

No- at this point he's entirely responsible for feeding into that stress. In trying to work up the courage to just let go, he has instead made himself more anxious than before.

How unbecoming of a crown prince. He can lead armies into battle, but the thought of defying his father's expectations makes his chest tighten and his shoulders stiffen.

It seems that he'll have to take the next step abruptly, in an instant, when he can't think it over any further. That is, when Xander steps behind the curtain, he exhales a slow breath and then goes on to strip himself completely naked.

That takes care of one major barrier to relaxation, and he's really rather proud of himself for making the bold choice. He still wraps the towel around his waist, of course, but otherwise tries to act casual when wandering back from the curtain to peruse the different oils. For now, Xander doesn't look over at Sylvan. He doesn't want to see his reaction, surprised or anything else. Instead he examines the oils, and ends up putting aside a few of the milder scents as his preferred options.]

Any of these should do.

[Finally, Xander turns toward Sylvan. His host looks handsome dressed in a casual manner. There's no way to know what he thinks of a body like Xander's, trained and fine-tuned throughout the years in an endless quest to seek an unobtainable perfection in battle. A multitude of scars are evidence of both his triumphs and failures throughout that journey.]

And now?

[magicalvoice]

[Sylvan nods, offering a faint smile, and gestures to the table. It'll keep his body at the perfect height so Sylvan doesn't have to bend over tremendously. For now, he inspects the oils that Xander wishes, noticing their milder aromas, and, on a whim, combines two of them, pouring some of each into the palm of his had.

[In spite of his calm demeanor, his heart pounds as he takes in Xander's body. Scars and all, Xander is beautiful. He looks away as his face turns the slightest bit pink, and he steels himself with a breath to calm down.

[But should he get comfortable on that table, Sylvan rubs his hands together to warm the oil between them, and first places a gentle touch to Xander's shoulder. He regards him in askance, caressing him with the pad of his thumb.

[Is even this small touch okay?]