{Hector reaches Isaac's shoulder, knotted with tension. Breaking out of the Isaac's stare, he slides around the the back of the tub, and gives Isaac a gentle push to urge him forward so he can begin on his back. If Hector could have his way, there would be oil to rub across the planes and ridges there, and he would work his fingers in deep until he could force all the knots into relaxation.

But since when has Hector ever gotten his way with Isaac? He has been granted a cloth and warm water, and he will have to make do.

Out of Isaac's direct line of sight, it's a little easier to continue his line of questioning.]

What would you want of them? Someone to be a partner, or someone to submit to your will? Do you know what you want, Isaac?

[It's too bold, but Hector can't figure it out on his own and frustration makes it hard to hold back his tongue.]