"Turn a bit away from me, and I will wash your hair while you continue to soak," he offers, moving to join her in the deeper tub as she adjusts her position to settle in 'front' of him.

First his hands move to the back of her shoulders and her neck, rubbing lightly.

"I am quite charming when I need to be," he muses playfully. "I could likely use it to my advantage..."

He wets her hair, then applies soap to her scalp and moves his fingertips to begin to work it into a lather, with slow, circular motions - this is not the hurried 'wash the effects of battle' type of wash, no. This is luxury, and he is going to take his time.