Such comfortable simplicity is simply the best. Happy that he'd finally gotten Emet more pliable, at least for right now, Byleth leans his head against the other man's. It feels utterly divine to be this sated. He takes his time, massaging the tension from Emet's shoulders, his arms, his hands, what he can reach like this without moving him too much. The position allows him the occasional kiss on the ear, neck or cheek. Not only that, he gets his hair gently washed, fingers tugging and scraping his scalp pleasantly.

Byleth isn't shy about washing the rest of him, either. Though perhaps there's the ulterior motive of being able to put his hands all over his body again, but look- he can't complain when Byleth is rubbing so nicely, right?

A little fire magic keeps the water from going cold, and it's only when they are both washed, and Byleth feels himself starting to drift off that he posits the idea of finally getting out and going to bed. Of course, naturally, he's going to want to tend to him even then. If Emet wanted the intensive aftercare, he's certainly found it. Pampering is something Byleth does extremely well. Something he fully enjoys too. Leaving someone feeling so completely loved is one of the best feelings in the entire world, he thinks.

"Are you feeling sleepy?" He asks, a slight yawn in his voice.