Normally it wouldn't be a big deal to Robert either. No nudity or sexuality taboo would generally make this simply a matter of professionalism - which is what it is in this case because it's somebody else's house. But it's also not being able to control or even completely fathom all these strange desires that aren't entirely his own.

He takes the bucket handed to him with a mildly confused look. "And this is for...?" Obviously for holding water. But for what reason? They were already sitting in a bathtub.

Robert kind of wants to stroke the thigh nearest him. He doesn't. But it's very tempting.

Damn hormones.