Sinric purrs and massages Ragnar's rear with both hands, peppering kisses across his broad back.

Sure now Ragnar is mostly clean, Sinric struts past him to the bath, kneeling to check the water again.

He normally doesn't like to have people at his back but this is Ragnar and all his senses feel that and don't open themselves to fear. He glances over his shoulder, smiling invitingly.