"Gods yes," he exhales and it has none of the teasing quality of their flirting. "I have wanted to wash your hair since I first woke up and you tried to unsex me."

It is truly lovely hair and he has always delighted in running his fingers through lovely hair. He does so, then, as he has permission to touch. His own damp fingers muss more than they straighten, but the satisfaction is all the same.

"Turn around or I'll get soap in your lovely eyes," he instructs, matter of fact, and gestures as he leans back.