Solomon returned that smile and took advantage of that offered space to step in and draw the door closed, and stepped into the water with a little groan. He'd been stiff from so long sleeping, but hadn't quite realised how much until the hot water hit him--let alone the grime. It was hotter than he'd expected, though not quite as much as he would have liked--but enough.

"Allow me," he murmured, touching Raine's shoulders with the tips of his fingers and turning them so he stood between her and the spray, and it pounded on the tensest parts of his back. Oh, that was divine. With that same light touch he turned Raine to face away from him, trailing his fingers up the back of her neck to massage the lather in her hair himself, using long and slow motions, but avoiding contact with anything other than her head. He hummed with innocent idleness. "How's that?'