[Oh. It's rather startling (and nice) to see him smile, especially when it isn't a smirk at her expense. It softens his features, making him look far more approachable, and settles her enough that she isn't so inclined to teasingly push him away when he gets in her space.]

I suppose that depends.

[She takes half a step closer, pressing herself firmly against him. The shower beats down against her back, hot water keeping her slick and relaxed, and she smiles.]

What precisely did you have in mind, hm? I can think of a lot of uses for my hands.

[--which are wandering up him, actually, sliding up his torso and draping carefully around his neck. It's been a long time since she's shared a bath (or shower) with someone; she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. Before he can answer, she rises to her toes, catching him in a swift kiss. Against his mouth, then:]

Or should I just guess?