[He shakes his hand back, the other clapping the back of his hand, fully grasping him. It slows and stops, though he does not let go.]

Like you're not a spectacle all by yourself. Come now, the stone work's not that interesting. You, on the other hand? Handsome mug, strapping as you like.

[He smiles up at him, looking into his eyes as his grip shifts. The clasped hand sneaks away, moving back to its position on the edge of the tub, casually encircling Barnabas' shoulders, though not touching. ]

Am I meant to pretend I can't see what's rightly there? Or am I meant to forget about all those nice things you said about me while looking into my eyes?

[His other hand traces up Barnabas' forearm, lightly with his nails.]

I think there's a way to get to know each other without any words.