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She doesn't fight when he pulls her forward, clearly the control issue only involves kidnapping her with the aid of a mirror. She turns around carefully, her tail tapping against his leg, and she leans her head back some. Her eyes stay open, though, and she watches him as best she can from where she is.

Jasmine's eyes close while she's washed, enjoying it. It's always nice to feel close to someone, and even nicer when you're comfortable enough with them for something like this. She does notice that he skips something, but doesn't comment.

"Oh?" she says, opening her eyes and turning around carefully. Her wings move away from her shoulders, folding neatly behind her instead.

Jasmine smiles inwardly, noting more skips in the routine. She does notice when he stands back up that his tail is hiding something as well. With a slight shake of her head, she lifts her hand and puts it on his hand rather than the facecloth in it.

"Are you really that worried?" she asks, moving his hand and the cloth back to just below her neck, barely above her chest. Without a hesitation, she washes the uppermost area he skipped, by guiding his hand with the cloth.

"I didn't mind anywhere else," she reminds him, "I don't see why anything should be more sensitive than the others, it's not like I'd let you touch me at all if you didn't have my trust."

Whatever she sees, she ignores. Though she does admire the various reds that his normally green and yellow skin has turned. She doesn't reply, but instead lifts his hand, kisses it and returns the hand and cloth to Rhine.

Jasmine watches him look from the cloth, to her and then close his eyes. She can guess what's going on in his mind, especially when the cloth drops the floor of the tub. She'd pick it up, but it isn't hurting anything by being where it is.

"I'm sorry," she says, in a tone that's not regretful, but not mocking. It's merely a sincere, but still cheerful apology. She smiles at him when he opens his eyes.

"Because you dropped the cloth," she murmurs quietly, still smiling because of his tail and purring. She doesn't stop smiling, or stop him, when she's pulled closer. She moves her hands to his shoulder, for lack of better placement, really, and returns the kiss.

Jasmine made no effort to prevent the proceedings, just as she said, she'd left it up to him to decide what happened. She'd just gone along with it willfully. Now she leans against him, her head on his shoulder and a small smile on her face when he speaks. Her breathing is purposefully slow and quiet, but not so that it'd cause worry.

"I love you, too," she murmurs back. It's been several quiet minutes, and her mind reviews the days happenings- particularly that they'd left her room in a hurry quite some time ago. She tilts her head up to look at Rhine now.

"I think, maybe, I should go home," she says, "We are supposedly in my room.."