"My good little pet." Lydia's voice was warm as she soothed the suds through his hair, then cupped her hands to wash them away, allowing the water to cascade down his body. She then leaned over and grabbed a washcloth and some facial soap, lathering it up as well and taking her time to make sure that every ounce of grime was removed from his skin. "It's good to see you do have a face under there. You'll need a shave, though." She tipped his head back and hummed, drawing her thumb over the hair growth on his neck. "I have a straight razor, if you trust me."