[h1]Cyare Staunton: Relaxation Intensifies[/h1]

"You mentioned." The wizard's eyes, by this point, were three quarters closed while her head was leaned way back to support itself on the tub's back. Angel's presence seemed as unoffensive as his lack of presence had been, so she didn't really have any reason to adjust anything. She could tell where he was without looking; the disturbance in the water and the sound of his voice (and breathing) were both suitable indicators of his location. The perceptiveness merely being able to process everything her senses told her caused was quite helpful, even in situations like this.

"You have not suffered a head injury in the previous three minutes, have you? That would be awfully inconvenient."