Iskandar will find Waver under the shower, full blast, with the water thankfully cool after an initial burst of heat to dissolve the sugar clinging to every strand and wash it away. Any other patron is unconsciously drifting away from the god pushing the mass of his hair behind his shoulders to hang down heavily and stick to his back. Perhaps out of a sense that his ire is roused and it won't take much to trigger his sharp tongue if there's any commentary.

"It's not hot. Cool."

He hasn't forgotten that vow and sacrifice to Asclepius. Waver's not bound to it - he enjoys the blessed water baths at Ebisu's temples for more practical and social reasons even if they're hot enough to leave him like a boiled lobster - but he prefers colder showers for reasons of hair care. And attempting to snap awake in the morning after Iskandar's gotten up and dragged his clinging like a koala ass out of bed.

He stoops down to grab the bottle of shampoo he temporarily left on the tiled floor.

"Tap's a little wonky, though, so be careful with it."