Jamie chuckled when he realized his remark had gotten to her. Good. He could still get her blushing. Even if he had sort of meant it when he'd asked her such a thing.

He flinched just slightly at the feel of the cold water against his bare chest, enough for him to jostle the chair to scrape against the ground and wall. "Bloody hell," her mumbled as she grabbed his chin none too gently, "Maybe I don't want you to wash anything but my face." He could only imagine what she'd do to his other bits .

"Maybe I don't want it to come off," he said tersely, "Adds some intrigue to my otherwise dashing looks."

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