Louche. Anduin can't help the quirk of his lips at that choice of words. Well, she certainly does seem... Relaxed.

"I think you're doing a marvelous job of it," he replies. "Perhaps you might be able to teach me how it works."

He forces himself to shrug off his robe, ignoring that little voice in his head protesting the way his body looks (it's fine, he's fine, he's honestly quite fit and attractive, it's really just the scars that make him self-conscious) and stepping forward to quickly slide into the water.

"Or," he continues, "is this one of those lessons that must come only with practice?"