Steve just shifted a little and kept going, thoroughly washing out the shampoo.

"Reality," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, "is that you and I had an amazing evening and that we're in a shower together now and I'm getting you washed up. Part of that is your arm venting and another part is you starin' at my johnson like it's gonna rear up and bite you..."

He accompanied that with an impish smile as one hand reached for the tiny bottle of conditioner.