"There is only one heart that I would wish to steal," he murmurs softly. "And I have no need to do such a thing, as it is already in my possession, held secure in my chest alongside my own."

He leans down and presses his lips to the back of her head, not at all bothered by the soap. Before he resumes his efforts of washing her hair, with plenty of attention spent massaging her scalp. Once she is rinsed out, he returns his focus to her neck and upper back.