When she resurfaced and backed up, she would find he had mischievously placed himself behind her, and that she backed into his lap. He kissed her neck, and then set the bar of soap to one side, before digging his fingers into the unnaturally soft and fine hair, running the soap through it with firm but delicate strokes. He took his time making sure that her hair was cleaned to within an inch of her life, before playfully dunking her to get the soap out. He grinned as she came back up, and was lathering his hands up with the soap bar again, a gleam in his eyes that dared her to comment on him dunking her.