Her hand came to caress his cheek, and his hand came to stop her, observing the finger he now wanted to bite but restrained from doing so to converse with the modest woman.
"Why. Is it no good?"
"... It tickled… But husband is…" — Looking at how his eyes lowered to watch how a soft and lissome play between their fingers commenced, Ewelina became distracted and ultimately forgot the embarrassment the say of her thoughts would bring. — "Husband is… Handsome regardless…"
"... I'm handsome?"
"! I– o-of course... A w-wife's husband… I-is handsome…" — The snicker of the man, made her wake from the daze. Yet his gentle hand intertwining with her fingers made her stutter and answer poorly.
The blush was obvious on the woman and the man slightly raised from his comfort in the tub to graze her lips with a pleased smile.
"That's good." — He told her before seating back making the waters sound again to his motion. — "It's a shame we can't share the tub today, isn't it?"