Half a hum, half a moan gets dragged out of his mouth. Nothing could feel better than this, he thinks. It's refreshing and soothing at the same time, blood and sweat getting wiped off his skin. Forehead dropping against the wall, he closes his eyes. His muscles shift under Jade's hand and he pushes lightly into the touch, unbearably content.

At some point, though, he risks moving more than that, and glances over his shoulder. The cloth is wet and his tongue is so dry, lips cracked -- he opens his mouth just as Jade begins to wash his shoulder blade. Even dirty as it is, it's wet. His throat makes a clicking noise when he swallows, gaze focused on what Jade's doing. "Water?"