[Poggio]

He shifted until one of his knees rested comfortably over the curve of the tub and the other twisted around Ambrosia's lower body. Galvin attempted to push his off the bottom of the tub. “They must be disappointed that you keep your clothes on.” he chastely kissed the man running his fingers down the buttons, yanking one after another free of Ambrosia's shirt. “Why do you want my prize?”