[ With a purr of intrigue, she rakes his tresses free of suds, temporarily resting her arms about his shoulders, and her chest to his. It’s considerably different, with breasts in the way, but she definitely doesn’t hate it. ]

Well, you just so happen to be in the presence of the most reckless and erratic degenerate that ever pranced through the afterlife, etcetera, etcetera... I’m confident that we could find some brand of trouble to suit your tastes.