Her hands glide over his skin in a caress as he turns, the calloused touch smoothed by soap and hot water. When he's in place, Vex gives both of his shoulders a little squeeze before urging him a little lower in the water.

She's not a short woman by any means, but Percy still has a few inches on her.

Sinking also brings his now cleaner back into contact with the soft swell of her breasts. (If he doesn't jump out of his skin, she'll take that as success. Trying to sooth Percy is like trying to calm a feral cat.)

But provided he stays in reach, her fingers thrust into his hair, lifting up from the roots before she starts to massage his scalp. More dirt falls away visibly with the attention.

"Not so long," she answers at last, if he's still listening. "A few jobs. Excluding my brother naturally. The others, though...Picked them up along the way."