Robert rinsed himself and stepped out of the shower to dry himself after shutting off the water. Quickly drying his body he pulled on his favorite silk robe trimmed in red and decorated in cherries. He tied it loosely, barely closed, and steps out into the bedroom while still drying his hair with the towel.

The spread of the Swede in his bed brought him to a stop, even the towel stopped moving as his gaze traveled over the sprawled guitarist. One side of his lips curled up into a smile, devious and pleased, before he went back to work on his hair.

He sat on the edge of the bed casting a smile back at Erik in his bed. He'd been too busy trying to keep Erik at arms length for weeks to notice that he was attractive in a boyish sort of way.

"I don't understand Swedish. We're you talking to me when I was still in the bathroom?" He couldn't be sure and honestly had no idea what was said. Tossing the towel on the floor he turned to face Erik, one knee folded on the bed ant he other leg still on the floor. The twisting opened the top of the robe enough to show a good section of the Brit's chest but he was still messing around with his hair, trying to fluff and arrange the curls.