He reaches for the soap, and she raises it past his reach. He'd have to move dangerously close in order to get it from her, near enough to touch. (Or he could stand, but he knows instinctively that doing so would be cheating at this game of Vex's.) At an impasse, he listens to her proposal and feels his cock twitch at the thought of an extra set of hands.

"If - " At some point, his throat's going to be raw from all the throat-clearing he's done. There's already more color to him than usual from the steaming water; maybe she won't notice the blush. "If you'd like, I...don't have any objection."

Mostly he doesn't, at least. Part of him balks at the idea of anyone getting that familiar with his scars - but the rest of him yearns for more of her certain, uncompromising touch. That longing wins out easily, embarrassing thought it feels to admit.