Leon mostly manages a chaste application of soap on Bunny's body. Probably from the whole situation with his head, because if nothing else his eyes are taking in Bunny's beauty. But despite the stiffness (or because of it if you wanted an innuendo, and liked the partial hardening the goods had managed despite the drugging), the dryad manages to get the nocturna cleaned off on schedule. "Very nice choice of scents. I think I like them."<br/><br/>The bio-gel has done a little bit of a number on Leon's hair. It feels dryer and brittler than would be expected from how it looks. Of course, the dip into salt water isn't doing any favors to the feel of his hair, but it's still a little bit of a surprise. More evidence pointing to the the fly-by-night quality whoever was 'transporting' him had payed for.<br/><br/>"And I guess you must really like that smell. Or are you happy to see me?" Bunny doesn't need to see where Leon's look lays; anyone could tell just by his slightly confused use of that old line. Bunny, however, gets an additional bit of help while starting on Leon's hair. A slow, steady stroking of her cock. Not so much inexperienced, as slowed by the condition of the hour.