Oh, he is. Though it'll be a while yet until they figure out how to communicate that effectively enough between them.

"Yes. It would." His voice is soft, wistful as he averts his own gaze. It catches on the washcloth he'd left on the edge of the tub, and he picks it up to show Edward.

"We should both get cleaned up properly though, I think. The water here heats well, but it doesn't stay hot any longer than it does back home."