She hesitates at the touch of his hand against her chest, feeling her own pulse against the press of his palm, rapid and hard. With a soft sigh, she keeps her hands carefully at her sides, before breaking unspoken contract and taking his hand in hers, though she keeps his knuckles pressed against her sternum. Maybe it's that little display of control that she needs, the first one to step into the shower, the first one to shiver at the cascade of water against her back.

"If I knew you better, maybe I'd know whether or not you deliberately keep all that hidden under those robes," muses Sookie, not bothering to hide her interest, eyes tracing down the contour of his body, aided now by the rivulets of water trickling down. "But."

Carefully, Sookie tilts her head back, hair drenching quickly with water before she turns around, back faced to Kisuke.

"Now, about my hair," she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder.