[Vash's mouth should not water the way it does, the second he spots Wolfwood's semi-erect state. He licks his lips without thinking about it, head briefly angling toward it, all before he gets the sense to pull back. It doesn't keep him from tilting his head upward, shooting a half-lidded glance up at the man.

How quickly his mind seemed to shift, though Vash supposes he understands why. It's different when they're face to face like this. It's like he had said, the more mutual beneficial angle was far more enjoyable for him. It felt good to do something for Wolfwood, instead of rutting against him for his own gain.

Which... gives him an idea, now that he's thinking about it.]

Can we try something? It's probably a really bad idea that's going to get one of us killed, but...

[He stands up, then leans back against the wall. He pushes himself up on his toes, then props a foot on the rim of the tub in an effort to offer a better angle.]

Can we try like this, maybe?