Essek's fingers work nimbly down the line of closures across the front of his asymmetrical tunic. As the garment comes open, it reveals the top half of sleeveless black slip layer with a high collar, and the more voluminous skirt over it. He arches a brow as he slips out of the tunic, directing it with a flick of his wrist to hang with his robes.

"Our mother is the least of what I would endure for your sake, Verin Thelyss," Essek says, couching his sincerity in a playful little smirk. "I am past due to pay tribute, anyway. It may as well be now."

A tie on each hip holds the skirt in place, and Essek makes quick work of them, allowing the whole thing to slip to the floor when it is loosened with a sound of fluttering silk. He merely lounges in the air to remove his boots and stockings, leaving both arms and legs bare. His second-to-last layer, the soft slip that sheathes his body, is nipped in at his narrow waist, but reveals his legs nearly to the hip when he moves. Which he does; this time, when he perches behind Verin upon the tub's edge, he sinks his feet into the water, slipping his knees beneath his brother's arms to let Verin lean back against him while he reaches for a bottle of shampoo. This time, he is not concerned about any fabric that may drag in the water.

"The soap is there if you want to wash," he points out idly, gesturing to several bars with varying scents and a soft bit of sea sponge beside them.