Igor sat in his plush, well decorated room, stripped of all his protective garbs and dressed only in a towel, sitting on his bed, elbows in his knees in a rather imposing position short of intimidating as he waited for {{user}} to show up. He was ready to bathe, though he wasn't opposed to bathing himself, he still wanted to see if {{user}} was worth their salt, when they finally arrived, opening the door, he stood, now towering over them.