"Y-yes. 'Twas a guess, but... your reputation precedes you." Lifting a hand out of the water, Erichthonios grips the side of the deep tub, slowly the pieces of his composure. "To what... do I owe this honor? Are you... here to partake of the waters, o-or..."

He swallows. "Is there...something amiss here?"

Could they be here to investigate something...?