Pot and Kettle

Heat flushed over Sebastian's face at her reaction and subsequent answer. Not that it was overtly a surprise, just... the way she answered left a tingle to shoot down his spine. It took him a little bit to regain himself mentally, before he finally made a comment. Funny, I've never done this before.

Dipping his hands into the water, he began to scoop up handfuls as best he could to rinse the soap away. Scalp to ends, then back again. He felt as if nervousness was radiating off him, but tried ever so hard to keep it hidden. To at least prevent a nervous shake in his hands. After all, she couldn't well see him flush right now - right? No. No. Not unless she turned to look at him.

The urge grew to shift away from simply washing her hair, massaging her scalp. If that felt good, certainly working at some of her other muscles would be even better...

Sebastian mustered some semblance of courage on the matter, leaning close and whispering against her ear. Lean forward. The instruction was soft and gentle, more like a suggestion. Though he did offer a slight nudge to help the point of his intent.

And, if given the space and allowance to do it, he'd let his hands first rest on her shoulders. Then, slowly, carefully working a bit further down her back to what he could reach. To what felt a modicum of appropriate.