Skellig does not hide the fact that he watches her disrobe - there is something so very pleasing to him about watching the linen slip from her skin, revealing the form he has come to know so well. He is wearing less, so once she has entered the water, he follows suit - his kilt placed onto a shelf, then he takes his place beside her, allowing his body to adjust to the heat as he settles.

"Very much so," he agrees. Reaching for the mugs of beer, he fetches her one, passes it over.