[saber has a nice view of her back, the silhouette of her body reflected in the water. he wants to touch her, finds excuses for his hand to graze her spine. so smooth and warm, addicting for each touch he steals. could be an accident - he's only threading through her lovely hair, gentle to untangle any pesky tiny knots that might stick near the ends.]

What way?

[echoed back to her, head tilting as he looks down to meet her eyes.]

Kinda hard to explain. [no it's not, but he's here for the theatrics, the suspense. leaning down, he nearly swallows her up. hands trace over each of her arms 'til they find her wrists, chin resting on her head. if she pulls away, he'll back off, but if not -]

I touch them, [bringing her hands up above the water as he'd displayed his own to her, thumb pressing into each palm. he dips his head lower, lips close to her ear, chest flush to her shoulders, voice a sultry whisper for the words that follow.] and they rot. Not a pretty sight, definitely not like you. You're a real sight for sore eyes, you know that?