Trunks is very determinedly NOT looking at her legs, or her robe, or anywhere directly at her. Even if he's still highly aware of her, and how...natural she looked. Definitely more serene and at home than he did. As much as natural and like she belonged in this peace as she did like a demon-dancer of whirling blades in the field.

"We haven't had the luxury in a long time, for a soak--much less a hot room like this." He murmured instead, thinking about back home, her comment about it being on the same floor brought a smile. "Kind of like me and the library huh?"

But he listened, and was studying her a bit while trying to not study at all--focus, damnit. Covering it with a drink from his own mug. "In the Force?" It was the logical place to start, given what she'd asked the Master for in terms of books.