Although it wasn't something Solomon had a tendency to broadcast, he did enjoy attention to the back of his neck, and hadn't expected Raine to start so high. He inclined his head forward, covering the motion as if he had just wanted to feel the water on his face and over his head, but he only lifted it again once she had moved lower, wiping his hair off his eyes. Then he borrowed the soap to wash off the rest of him Raine wasn't focussed on.

He was acutely aware of the 'unintentional' contact with something other than her hands--though he assumed it was, in fact, fully intentional. Raine was too intelligent not to know he was playing with her, and she had more than enough humour to play back.

Though he was faced away, Solomon couldn't help but grin at the little afterthought of a stroke. He wasn't sure if it was wistful or the beginning of an aborted attempt to turn some of his own teasing back on him--but it was endearing, in its own way, and amusing in all the others.

"I do hope you haven't missed any spots," he said lightly, turning and ducking once more under the water to properly wash off the rest of the soap. Then, since they were both squeaky clean, he turned off the shower and stepped out, squeezing water out of his hair. He reached for one of the towels and shook it out, and held it up for Raine, an expression of perfect innocence all over his face. "Master Healer Sage."