Vex walks a fine line between lascivious and no-nonsense, somehow landing in a place where everything feels utterly normal and unremarkable. It could be that everyone else is capable of this naturally, this straightforward expression of interest, and Percy's alone in his failures - but he'd like to think that this is a particular skill of Vex's. Certainly, he's never seen it in anyone else, though it's not often he's in the habit of letting near-strangers wash his back for him.

"Gladly," he sighs, turning around within the circle of her arms. His nerves might well return when Vex's hands start moving down his body rather than up, but right now, he's content. And the thought of her hands on his scalp draws up real anticipation in him; feeling clean starts with well-kept hair and whiskers for him. He'll be one decent razor away from looking like himself again.

As he sits there, his eyes slipping closed in the heat of the room, he thinks he had ought to say something more. Ask her about herself, learn something more about just who it is lathering up his filthy hair. Tell me about yourself is simultaneously too broad and demanding, but anything truly personal feels like prying. Eventually, what he comes up with is, "Have you been with your group long?"