"Hot tubs aren't all that good, if you ask me. You've been missing out," she responds, matter-of-factly as she slings one of her arms over the edge of the tub--just because she could. A posture like that wasn't very ladylike in the slightest, but as she is now, her main priority was more along the lines of getting rid of every tense muscle in her body and less along the lines of making sure she was still perfectly poised. It was equivalent exchange, in her opinion.

Still, she hums a little, drumming her fingers against the floor and contemplating the wonders of succubi biology. She'd never heard anything about body temperature before, so it might be another weird world difference. "What about the cold?"