[ Look, let the water baptize you of your sins, tbh. For now, Elizabeth is trying to desperately keep from the cold water but as he goes forth and braves the cold for her, the sudden heat was reassuring. She sighs, pressing her head against the shower door. ]

Thank God. I was going to turn into a popsicle.

[ Elizabeth still tries to keep her back away from him - mainly with her own insecurities with the scar festering. It's weird now... this being one of the few times she was bare after ... well, uh. Everything. She turns to him, hands resting at the back of her neck with her forearms covering her chest. ]

There should be no basking — we're getting ready for bed and despite you presenting everything in some enticing show, you're not using this as some excuse, are you?

[ Because, it sure seems so. ]