[Bren couldn't help the startled look on his face, as if for a moment he had to wonder if Lord Thelyss could read minds when he offered to help him. It was probably a terrible idea. Allowing this beautiful man that close to his personal space would be a trial for his self control. But it was probably still the better option rather than dying from blood loss at his own attempts at using a straight razor for the first time.]

Thank you. I will appreciate the tutelage.

[And the further excuse for Essek to linger close rather than leaving him to his own devices.

At the next words, that wry twist to those perfectly plush lips -- why was he looking, why was he noticing all these infuriatingly lovely details -- he could feel the start of a flush creeping across his face.]

Admittedly, I have heard that soap is a complex concept, but I have faith in my ability to learn on the fly.