how he had managed to get his hot little elf friend into the bathtub with him, he’d never fully understand, but that was okay. he wasn’t complaining about his current state of being wet, naked, and tangled up with her in an aromatic bubble bath. it was hard not to just feel her up and go for gold, the golden opportunity shining bright in his eyes, but lilika was... special. he liked her, and he wanted to treat her as more than just a piece of ass (even though her ass was fantastic). he smiles to himself before nosing along the curve of her neck, tracking up the dampness of the water that had once kissed it. “want me to wash anything for you?” before she can answer, his hands wander upwards, following natural, tantalizing curves on her body and surfacing from beneath the dome of water. he reaches for the shampoo, guiding her head back to get her hair wet, and then filling his palm with the soapy substance. from there he straightens, massaging it into her hair, fingers pressing and rubbing against her scalp. was he buttering her up or spoiling her? both, definitely both. he spends a good amount of time massaging and washing her hair before he dips her head back into the water again, combing his fingers through her beautiful strands of her, dipping to press a kiss to her lips. he could get used to this sort of thing.