Lancelot smiles, perfectly happy to give her anything she asks. (He also must admit the idea is very appealing.)

He shifts forward and reaches for the soap. "Ladies are served first," with a little laugh.

~~

After they've finished and have helped each other towel off, Lancelot helps her back into her robe and then pulls his on.

"Is there aught else thou wouldst have? An thou hast a wish, I would fetch it for thee."