Although normally Erichthonios would be disinclined to go along, something in the shift of Azem's expression gives him pause. He is reminded of Themis' shift in mood in the Elysian Grove, he vividly recalling the transition from delight into something... deeply troubled.

Closing his eyes, Erichthonios takes a deep, slow breath.

"...You may. On the condition that we are only soaking and bathing." Mayhap talking. He isn't looking for anything else.

He minds, but he will consent this once.

Drawing up his legs, he wraps his arms around his knees, making space and doing what little he can to preserve the remaining tatters of his dignity.