"Right, right, I apologize for the slander, Dandelion," Arden teased. "I suppose, just outta friendship, I'll choose something closer to 'magma' for you. Because I'm a giver."

She waited until he sat, then started wetting down his hair, water very warm without crossing into hot. Just the faucet, a nice gentle flow, and when it was soaked through, she started massaging some shampoo into it, fingers running through his hair, nails lightly running over his scalp. "This okay?" she asked, voice soft.