Brice approached Dick and looked slightly up at him. Dick had maybe three inches on Brice, but that didn't bother the other. Brice made a show of looking at the door, as if Geoff was the one who had to give permission to such things as hot water usage.

"I guess it'd be okay," Brice said in a hushed town, his palm against Dick's smooth, stomach. "But you have to get back in now and we'll let some water out." Once Dick was back in, Brice pulled the stopper and let some water out, then turned on the faucet again. The water was just a bit warmer, and the stream only lasted a few minutes before he turned it off.

"I have to save some for my bath now too," Brice said by way of an explanation, with the implication that Dick was the one who'd made him dirty in the first place. Fingers gently wrapped once again around Dick's wrist and raised his arm up, out of the water for cleaning.

"I want to know your favorite food, your favorite book, and your favorite time of day," Brice said sweetly, the sponge already sliding over the chocolate treat nipples Dick had.