He opened the container and poured some of the fluid onto his outstretched hand. He was more than a little curious as to the bottle itself, but that could wait for another time. Mimicking what Tegan had done he coated both his hands before placing them on her scalp. Maybe in another life he was meant to be a hair dresser? His fingers slid through her wet hair and worked the skin beneath, slowly and surely he covered her entire head before he started working away, working her hair together, leaving no strand untouched.<br/><br/><em>Your hair Tegan, women throughout the ages have tried for this colour and length. I have seen the vanity of people as they strive for locks like this, and they failed in what you do naturally.</em><br/><br/>His voice did not prod at her like it had, he was controlling it as best he could, but it was right there. If she were to step back he would be right there, waiting. But he did as he promised, working the conditioner through her hair. For a moment he rubbed the back of her neck, seeming to break his promise, but it was only to the hairline, and he stopped. He turned her in the shower so that the water could rinse the suds away, helping expose her hair under spray of the shower head.<br/><em><br/>Do you want me to wash your back as well?</em><br/><br/>It was a simple statement, a serious question, his eyes watched her face as he awaited the answer.<br/><br/>