"Ooh, I'd happily eat off this shower floor," she said as though reading his mind, stepping in with him and letting the hot water steam over her sweating and bloodied body. She sighed contentedly under it, holding his hands gently and shutting her eyes. "Yes, it's true. She doesn't take compliments very well. But then again, neither do I."


She opened her eyes, looking around. "Where's your shampoo?"