And like the night before, she does not recoil, her hands place themselves on his shoulders, smoothing across their broad strength. Though as she glances over him, it's even more, she just takes the moment to appreciate him. Her eyes falling down and then back up with a little nervous swallow.

To push up on her toes, the height of the bath giving her that inch more. Her face tilting up, as she flicked between his eyes and then down to his lips. A soft, ready expectation, and invitation that he could do so.