[he knows, but smirks anyway.] That's cheating. But I like it.
[He rolls his shoulders under the water, trying to get the kinks out. Damn the futility of talking her into a backrub. Because he could and would.]
[He looks around a grabs up a thick sea sponge and grins as he lathers it up.] Not a glove, but it'll do. [And then she'll feel the soapy sponge brushing across her flat stomach.]