"Sorry Harrow." Steve gives the other a pat on the shoulder gently. "Try not to laugh too hard at my body, okay?" Harrow's body is tall, muscular, and magical. Whereas Steves is...tiny, fragile, and decidedly as far away from anything Harrowheart would consider normal even in an Azerothian breather.

The twist in discomfort in his stomach is something Steve pauses on, before glancing back at Viatorus. This can't be an easy topic for him, either. Especially not in such a well to do family. He would never have had to share a bath before because there was only enough hot water for one draw. Wouldn't have ever had to be so weak someone else had to wash him. The sad truth of the matter is that Steve is used to other people seeing his body. Whether it be doctors or those he's lived with.

"...Viatorus. If you'd rather I didn't, you can tell me. If it's just for one night...then you can deal with it in the morning, right?" The tea and bed make his face twist in concern. "Why? Is something going to happen to me?"