"Maybe a little bit of hiding," Kisuke says, the Cheshire smile returning from before, though a muted iteration. He allows himself a sigh of relief at the hot water and the humid air, blinking through the steam to take in the long curve of her spine. All of his favorite parts of a woman were on her back. The nape of her neck. The dimple of the small of her back. The place where the curve of her ass met the top of her thigh. He keeps his hands to himself for the time being, but lets his interest be known in the slow trace of his eyes.

"But my body isn't a great source of conceit. The way it looks is only a conclusion of the way that it's used. A tool is a tool. It's my face," he says, reaching for the shampoo bottle. He pours a generous amount into the cup of one palm before replacing the bottle and coating the fingers of each hand with it. "That's the handsome part."

Reaching forward, he cards fingers through her wet hair, tips to root, before working it to lather with fingers pressing with soft insistence at her scalp, intent circles above her temples and behind the delicate shell of her ears.