"I've noticed a lot of things," Solomon said blandly, shifting forward just a touch so that 'little bit' of a lean became a proper one up against his chest. He shifted her hair over one of her shoulders so he had the room to turn it over and over in the towel, carding his fingers through it so as to keep it from knotting while he dried it. His movements were slow, almost languorous, but certainly paying due attention to practically every strand.

Never let it be said Solomon couldn't make love at a woman in more ways than just the modern crude and obvious.

He had to give Shudder credit--while he might regret that particular fragrance in his own hair later on, it suited Raine, whatever it was. "I'm quite good at noticing things, in fact."