[Vash is well aware of the effect he's having on Wolfwood at present. His tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his lips teasingly as he angles his head to the opposite side. His gaze does travel downward, over the sculpted planes of his torso to the messy hair that trailed down his belly and onto his groin. And yes, he absolutely stares, just waiting to see the effect he had.]

Startin' to think you're awful fond of having my legs around you, Nick. [He finally stands up, stretching his arms over his head languidly. He is absolutely showing off, which should say something about just how much Wolfwood has bolstered his confidence. You'd be hard pressed to believe that he was only just bashful about his scars.]

Because here I was thinking we could just shower.

[Nevertheless, he places the plug in the shower, then sinuously slips into the tub. The tile is cold enough to disrupt his movements, leaving him both wincing and muttering to himself but -

He sure does spread his legs to invite Wolfwood in.]