Kahlil was trying to listen as she felt his presence behind her, somehow a protective thing now.  The touch of his hands upon her body as he washed her was amazing, and she arched her back, shifting just so, making certain he didn't miss this or that particular spot.<br/><br/>Her fingers worked through the white-blonde hair, pulling the remainder of the braid loose so that it fell like a silken sheet over her back and shoulders.  She wanted to return the favor that he was so lovingly giving to her, but perhaps he would not desire such treatment.  Her muscles relaxed beneath his hands, and her nipple hardened as he held her breast.<br/><br/>"But you have never taken one of your captives as a lover... never offered to assist them before?"