Pot and Kettle

Dunk. That had probably been a smarter idea. But... it was one that they'd need to address in a little while. He'd already made up his mind to shift his hands to her shoulders and back. A hope to at least offer some of the relief the ministrations on her scalp had. And, judging by the reaction he earned, it was a damn good thought.

Sebastian had obviously seen her scars before, but never particularly interacted with them. Save a few times before they'd become the scars they were now. Helping dress a wound on the go if she'd taken an arrow or a sword along the back. Healing, obviously, wasn't his forte. Though it seemed...

I suppose should I ever be ousted as Prince, I could make a living giving massages? He chuckled at his own silly joke. Who was he kidding, he'd probably never touch another person the way he was touching Aoife right now. The way he'd done as a teenager.

He was too old for that now. And too keenly interested in one.

His hands continued to work at the knots that he could easily find. Digging in along her spine, around her shoulder blades, and back up toward her neck. Sebastian couldn't help but smile at her commentary. If you'd wanted my hands on you, you should have just asked. The words slipped out easily, a little bit to his own surprise. Further heating up his cheeks at the realization it was so simple and comfortable to flirt with her.

After a bit more time of working his hands about her tight muscles, he paused, left them resting upon her shoulders. Was there... anywhere else? He offered. Even if she still need to get out a bit more of the soap, a dunk would do the trick as she'd noted already.