The crone sighed softly, closing her eyes, stretching ever so slightly under the washing. She shifted this way and that, just a little to help him. Her eyes opened slowly as she looked at him. She leaned closer and pressed her lips firmly to his; her hands - a little wet and soapy - grabbed at his hair and shirt, pulling him closer.
She wouldn't explain why she was doing what she was doing; she definitely wanted to taste him. To help with it, or give him an idea, she bit not too softly into his bottom lip, her fingers softly yanking on his hair before she let him go and sat back in the tub with another sigh.
"You taste like them." Perhaps he could read that as the possibility she tasted Pam, but she was very good at guessing.