[Silently at first, those hands work together until he's satisfied with the bubbles coming off of them. They raise up, starting just below Wolfwood's jaw and gradually working the lather downward. As if sensing his thoughts, Vash lets out a thoughtful noise.]

Y'know. Nothin's ever made me feel half as good as that.

[His hands span the width of his shoulders, then shift to gingerly knead their way down an arm.]

And I've never been able to make someone feel as good as that, either. [A hum starts up in the back of his throat.] Definitely ranks up there on my list of better nights.