"I'm not sure your intentions are all that pure," Marian returned, making no move to take the soap, not wanting either to let a hand slip and reveal more skin, or to start lathering up in front of him.
For all his promises to not look, could he really not see things? He had a good head on her, and wouldn't have to crane too far forward to see anything at all. Head stayed twisted, looking back at him, almost expectantly. "Besides, you've washed my back now."