In spite of himself, Sizhui's lips quirk at the remark, although he's quick to lift a hand and cup it around his face in an attempt at hiding. While he's unsure why his instinct told him to, his other half insists he needn't fret about something as simple as a smile; it won't hurt them any, having some extra happiness.

He gestures for Vincenzo to step in first, offers the same hand afterward so he can hold it if needed then inquires, “Can you stand or would you prefer sitting?” The latter would technically be easier since then Sizhui could kneel down beside the tub, but if Vincenzo's alright with him maybe stripping down too, he's got no problem standing with him inside it, either.