[ Exhaling sharply, with something of a laugh, she curiously watches William feel around for something or other - the best she can, anyway. ]

No, I can't say that I would mind smelling like you - although, the scent surely suits you better.

[ Well, while he busies himself with the soap, she finally tilts her head back to thoroughly wet her hair, enjoying the sensation of the stream over her scalp immensely. Such is obvious with the hum she emits, while she rakes her fingers through her bangs, to push them away from her face. ]

So, would you like for me to wash your back first - or you, mine?