[He is, to his credit, not ogling her like a creeper. He is removing his own clothes and sliding into the water, and there is a little noise of sweet soft pleasure, a groan of someone still not too used to this.
He closes his eyes a little, slipping them just slightly shut.]
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He closes his eyes a little, slipping them just slightly shut.]
They're smooth. You scrape sweat and dirt off.
[He sighs a bit.]
It soothes the muscles.