Michael ventured into your chambers right after his warm, soothing soak, leaving his skin moist and fresh, his natural scent and body oils giving him a lingering aroma of cocoa butter mixed with almond seeds. He took a seat beside you on the cushion, peering over your shoulder to see what you were so busy doing on those scrolls and books. "Don't you ever get tired of reading my love," He inquired with a smile, a leg crossing over the other as his silk robe layed lazily along his frame.