"Oh -" Surprise crosses his expression, like she hadn't actually expected to get a yes in return, but he'd like to think he tames it back quickly. He can't help the grin that follows, broad and all too earnest as he reaches over for the soap. "Well, then. We'll get there."

It's not the place to start, though. Percy likes her here before him; he particularly likes the damp press of her body against his. Slipping one arm around her waist to keep her in a loose embrace, he runs the soap up and down her back in long, lazy strokes. Her spine, her shoulder blades, her sides, down past the small of her back to the swell of her ass - and he tips his head down to kiss her as he works, wanting an excuse to close his eyes. When there's nothing left to wash, he sluices water down her body with cupped hands, having set the soap aside for the moment.

His bare palms sweep over her, lingering at her ass - but at a certain point, he's got to move on. Breaking the kiss, eyes wide and roving over her, he opens his mouth, but he can't seem to think of anything to say. Nothing that would rise to the occasion, at least, nothing worthy of the sight of her there. After a moment, he gives up on speech and soaps up his hands, beginning at her hips this time, his hands slowly climbing.