If Manuela were asked, she would say it made him a gentleman, albeit perhaps a prudish one. Nonetheless, she entered the remaining door and gathered a towel, shaking her head slightly at the sight of that tub. Typical enough of their hosts-and when she returned, she offered him a hand-up from the floor.

"There's no reason to be embarrassed about it, Ferdinand. Least of all now that we're here, instead of back home." In a monastery or at war or any number of places all less... 'encouraging' of intimacy than this strange island.