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Everyone's leaving. Everyone leaves. It is true. I'm not eager at all to settle in again.

Whatever you want.

"Giancarlo is the greatest man on Earth' expression?

[ wow, you giant dork. ]

Giancarlo smells like cheese.

Oh, shove it. I know I don't bathe sometimes, but you get accustomed to it in prison and I'm lazy as fuck.

Don't be sore. Besides, you can still be lazy in bathwater. I fall asleep in them constantly, and climb into them constantly. Maybe I'm meant more for the sea.

You're young. I'm twenty five. That means actually making the bath and taking my clothes off.

You need a servant.

I have too many willing people for that. I can do it myself.

Then, do it.

No. It takes effort.

Then, have someone do it for you.

We just went over this. I just won't do it at all. Until someone throws me into the bath like last time.

How can you stand it? I want at least six baths a day, sometimes seven, but Claude'll only give me two.

I don't like spongey fingers. I get too cold. It's boring. I'd rather do something else.

You can always make the water steamy again, and it smells nice, and it makes you drowsy, and there's always the risk that you might drown, which is pretty exciting, if you ask me.

You have the entirely wrong idea about baths. You should take baths with me, and then you'd never be bored.