The bath wasn't Yami no Malik's idea. Neither was the bottle of wine, sitting next to the tub, or the box of chocolates next to that. Since he's doing this, though, he might as well do it right, and that means making Pegasus do all the work.
He folds his arms commandingly above the field of white foam. "Feed me a candy."
"Haven't you heard of please?" Pegasus rolls his eyes. He's got a chocolate between his fingers, and he nudges at Malik's lips to make them open up. "I suppose the word isn't in the Egyptian language?"
Malik pushes his hand away. "Not that one," even though he hasn't taken a bite, "what else is there," and he doesn't bother noticing when the chocolate falls into the water by Pegasus' knee.
Heaving a big sigh, "you should be grateful I'm doing this for you." Then Pegasus offers him a caramel.
"I don't want milk chocolate." He grabs the champagne and finishes it in a gulp, laughing at Pegasus' expression. "If you want some, go get another bottle."
Pegasus takes one of the liqueur-filleds. He eats it in two bites, looking triumphantly at Malik. Then he takes another, and this is the last one in the box. "I'm the one that bought the wine," he says, "I bought the candy." He unwraps it. "I've given you everything you have. Where would you be if it weren't for me, you'd still be in Egypt, you wouldn't even have Ra."
Well, he was planning on subduing Pegasus, grabbing his throat, holding his head down and raping him, and not letting him back out of the water until he's purple and choking. But there aren't any more liqueur-filleds left, this is the last one. Anyhow, all it takes is the Rod. The candy's his, so is more wine, and a fluffy towel to dry off with. Yami no Malik smirks. He'll let Pegasus have his mind back once they're in bed. ...Maybe.