His answer is swallowed up by her mouth in the sweetest possible way; her lips on his tonight have made it suddenly, bracingly clear just why people are so enamored of kissing. Not that he was opposed, mind, but a few awkward experiences as a boy hardly made an impact. The rare occasions on which he's availed himself of the services of a brothel didn't involve this kind of affection, either - but Vex is generous in her touch, and she knows exactly what she's doing. No one could complain about that, least of all Percy.

"Exactly like this," he answers, his smile increasingly bright and open. Water drips off her toned body in eye-catching rivulets, and even if he doubts this will be half as revelatory for her as it's been for him, he's sure he can make a decent showing.

One more kiss to her mouth, longer than the one she just graced him with, and he's sinking down into the water, pressing more kisses along her skin as he goes. Her collarbone, and then her breast - not quite brave enough to suck a nipple into his mouth, but unquestionably tempted - and then along her belly. When he's between her legs, looking up at the fuzzy shape of her face, he murmurs, "You'll have to tell me what you like."

He'll find out regardless, kissing along her inner thigh, in towards the heat of her cunt, but there's something about the thought of saying it - making clear just how determined he is to please her - that he finds irresistible.