Ha. [He laughs dryly. Playing along, if barely. Hector's touch is purposeful, sexless, and Isaac, in turn, isn't basking in pleasure like a spoiled prince. He's calm - as calm as can be expected of him - but attentive, heavy-lidded eyes still watching through the steam.]

...you could try, although I don't imagine his woman would suffer your presence for very long.

[He slips his foot back in. Soap foam sizzles, dissolves.]

And what matter of alliance would this be? [He asks, tonelessly, as if he's only making conversation, and nothing said between them is of any real interest.] One of convenience?