Running callused fingers softly through damp ebony hair, hazel eyes fell half lidded as he watched hazily his mundane task of running a fine tooth ivory comb through the thick black locks. Miguel hummed as Cesare did, though he did so a lot more quietly, barely under his breath. Cesare lounged in the deep belly of the bath, steamy scented water up to his lips, eyes shut in momentary bliss. The water eased away all the aches and pains in his body, soothing wounds that slowly turned numb in the heat. Miguel smiled at a dark bruise that showed on Cesare's forearm as the teeth of the comb caught on violent snarls of hair at the nape of Cesare's rope burned neck.