The crone paused as there was a change in the shower. A tilt of the head and a small glance. He knew it was Eric without looking, but he looked anyway. He hadn't done much in the way of soaping up, just enjoyed the way the water played over his body. He also liked looking at this body; there were a few places that could be enhanced, but really, Jack Horner the multitalented multistoried fellow, had been pretty close to roguishly perfect.
"Sleep well?" He didn't turn to look at Eric; rather he closed his eyes and let the water splash over his face before grabbing the shampoo. It amused him somewhat that hair length was the same for both forms he'd taken recently. He had never really liked the long tresses that Xanadu wore. They were gorgeous, suited her, but they were such a hassle. Red Riding Hood had been fond of longer hair herself; Baba had made it shorter.
"I ate fruit. You can tell me if you taste it." He sounded so matter of fact, as if he were only experimenting. That the sharing of blood, at least from the crone to the vampire, was just something they did. In a way it was, but it usually came with much more.
"I have been thinking about your trip into the sun." Shampoo pooled in his hand for a moment before the bottle was put away and hands were lifted to start lathering up his own wet hair. He turned to face the still taller Eric, reaching up if the man didn't stop him, to put some of the built up lather in the shorter blonde hair.
"You'll probably have to give me some of yours. I'm hard to kill, but I don't want to be weak." Yes, the crone had actually been thinking about this side of the blood sharing as well.