In this, like in everything else, he never felt pushed, and she never showed any signs to be upset when he turned her down. So his change of heart now really has nothing to do with any pressure he might be feeling from her. He knows there is none.

He ducks his head under the water, lingering there for a few seconds to wet his hair, brushing a hand up his face and pushing his curls back on his head.

"No, I really am pretty weak-willed right now. But I don't mind."

God, he's missed her like this. Well, the wet part is new, but seeing her naked. His eyes roam her figure, subconsciously trying to spot any bruises or wounds from her new secret vigilante career, as he slides his fingers through her hair, letting the spray of water wet it thoroughly.