[ A breath flutters out of her, halfway between a sigh and a laugh. ]

Nope. Not me. I'm a good girl. If I break something delicate, I apologise and charge the repairs to Strawberry Productions.

[ Despite the joke, her voice is unfurling into something warm and loose and floaty. She'd been lulled partway into a doze when he'd been washing her hair and now they're actually in the bath, the combination of the warm water and his hands carefully stroking over her skin has her all but melting against him.

It really is a dangerous combination. Her eyes keep fluttering, but she won't let herself fully drift off quite yet. She's enjoying the moment too much for it to end quite yet. ]

Is that why you have so much fun messing me up like this? Damaging something delicate?