[Poor Emmanuel... Osiris can only enjoy his shyness and modesty for so long before seeing him in such discomfort just becomes too much to bear. Between that and the audience, there's not much joy left in the idea of sitting out in the sun anyway. Emmanuel's company beats sunbathing every time.

He heads back to his lounger and puts his light button-down back on (shooting a glare at the opposite side of the pool when someone boos), then slings the unused towel over his shoulder and returns to Emmanuel's side.]

I may have become too modest for this level of exposure, honestly. I didn't intend for it to be a performance. [He often wore little more than a linen kilt and jeweled collar in his true form... how things have changed.] Besides, as the day of our first true battle grows ever closer, time spent with you is far more valuable than such simple leisure.