(not my idea)

CHOICE YOUR POV

The bath attendant approached, “My lords, would you like me to reduce the temperature a little?”

The bath heat was unbearable, the hot water not enough to scald, but enough for a human to feel the experience of being a hot sword dipped into the mouth of a molten forge. The two men were still clothed, even. It was a part of the challenge. Although, Mydeimos was less dressed than Phainon.

Only to receive a noncommittal groaned, gruff “hmph” from Mydeimos, and Phainon ignoring the question, targeting his next question at Mydeimos.

“Wh-What? Heh… You’re chickening out already?” Phainon mocked Mydeimos, his voice husky with exertion.

“…Get lost.” Came the pained retort from Mydei. He pushed his hair back, his golden gauntlets shining in the light of the bath house.

The bath attendant questioned, “Are you asking me to get lost? Or..”

“Do.. whatever you want.” Mydeimos dismissed the bath attendant, his eyes still closed, and his arms crossed. It wasn’t meant to be rude, but the man was tired.