Nodding his head at Callisthenes' words, Vasileios asked for his scout to continue without every saying a word. Although he could slide into the warm waters as he listened, he felt a strange unease that kept him in place. Besides, he felt more intent on the report than bathing. That could wait. "Go on," he murmured. "There is no one listening here."

Callisthenes' cleared his throat though the young male didn't appear to be the sort to get nervous. Rather, he looked more than used to this sort of location and reporting method, having long been in Vasileios' service. “Right. So the woman, Moira. I learned she made a name as a mercenary of sorts, more than an assassin. Weapon of choice judging by previous kills, is poison.” Vasileios had to smirk at that considering the way she attempted to kill him before. He knew she wasn’t just a regular assassin from the start in that armor. It was laughable. Still, poison might be more of a challenge. As Callisthenes continued to talk, he glanced around the bath with a careful eye. No one would surprise him. Absolutely none.

“What about her location?” Vasileios cut in, not letting the other man finish his drivel of facts about Moira.

Clearing his throat, Callisthenes’ did Vasileios the honor of not lowering his eyes. Even in this steam, the king would know, as if he could feel the anxiety in the air. However, Callisthenes admitted his failure with pride. “I have been unable to ascertain that.”

Vasileios pursed his lips. Seconds passed, but he just waved a hand a second later. “Very well. Then you may leave.” They both knew without saying it that when next they met, the lack of information wouldn’t slide. When Callisthenes learned Moira’s location, that would be their next conversation, sooner or later, but without a doubt. Seconds later, the younger man slipped away like the steam, even his footsteps muffled somewhere in its denseness. Only then did Vasileios breath out.

“Well, now that that’s over,” he huffed as he circled back around to the slope of the pool. His entire demeanor changed, easier, and a little bit predatory. But it didn’t seem that he hunted. No, he looked relaxed as he approached the water. Giving a little stretch, he look up at the vents, a grin spreading across his face. “He’s gone, you know. You can come out now.” Eyes still on the vents, he opened his arms in welcome. “Right, Moira.”