The plan that she outlined sounded preposterous to him, but right now playing along with her mad plot was the only thing keeping him and his people alive, whether it be a lie or no. "My name is Kengetar," he muttered in answer to her previous question. At the same moment, he suddenly moved to the tub, though he made sure to keep himself on the side of it opposite from Melody. He did not know her name, or care to ask.

Kengetar did not step into the tub to bathe. To him, bathing was a communal affair, and was done in a natural body of water more often than not. Instead, he leaned over the side of the tub and dunked his head in, snorting and bobbing like a horse. Next he plunged in his arms, and scrubbed them, then splashed water over his shoulders and back, careless of the water he was splashing onto the rug. Between scrubbings, Kengetar stole a glance over at Melody. He had to admit, she [i]was[/i] beautiful... physically at least. And her lascivious glances were making him nervous. He hunched over the tub a little farther. The clear steaming water was quickly turning murky from all the caked mud and blood Kengetar had washed off into it, and he was hardly half done.