As he comes to the end of the song Seishu lets his hands linger around Enasi's waist. A part of him wants very much to use a nice fun activity to brush the unpleasantness from his mind, however moments later Enasi moves around to return the favor. The feeling of those slick hands sliding across his back makes him purr happily, his own hands idly cleaning his hair under the spray of steamy water. [i]'Well this is nice. Maybe our next little trip into Our World I can come up with something. . .'[/i] He shakes his head lightly, not wanting to think that far ahead at the moment. For all he knows Enasi may have forgiven him, but changed his personal feelings for the Nightmare Guardian. 

[i]'He said as such, and he has as of yet to say anything about. . .He said he didn't mean to say them. . . That says nothing to whether or not they were his true feeling. He just said he regrets saying them. . .'[/i] He lets out a long sigh, rolling his shoulders slightly. “He got a lot of the crap off my face, but it's going to take a deep scrubbing to get it out of my hair.” He peeks over his shoulder, a playful half smile on his lips. “You'll help me with that, won't you?” He giggles, not really caring about the answer. The fact that he can bring himself to act playful comforts him greatly. When Enasi is finished Seishu murmurs a thank you before stepping under the spray to wash away the soap. 

His muscles coil and flex beneath his skin as he shifts around, making sure all to soap is gone before dropping his hair behind him once more. He exerts a tiny bit of magic to detangle his hair, turning it one more into a untangles curtain covering his back. After a few silent seconds he turns, looking deep into Enasi's eyes. He refuses to presume too much too quickly so despite his strong desire to try and kiss away the remaining pain behind his counterpart's eyes he instead moves forward slowly, slipping once more around behind him and begins singing softly.

His hands come up to rest once more on Enasi's waits, his long fingers sliding down to brush against the front of his hips. The song seems to surround them, the tile providing perfect acoustics. Careful to keep them high, Seishu's hands slide across Enasi's midsection. He tries to keep the touch as innocent as possible, but as he shifts in closer, pulling Enasi against him, he knows there is no hiding how his body is responding at the moment. Seishu is a very physical person, his passions linked closely to his emotions, so he can not help how that pure joy and divine feeling of having his counterpart in his grasp makes him respond. 

His hands come to rest on opposite sides of Enasi's waist, his arms crossed in the front, however he simply continues to swing, his body swaying gently, subsequently causing the body in his arms to sway as well. When at last the song ends his body continues moving, his head coming to rest on the smaller male's right shoulder. In a soft voice, just loud enough to be heard over the hiss of the shower, he murmurs, “Why does hell have to first knock us together, then yo-yo us back and forth like some sort of cruel game? Unfair doesn't even cover how assholic fate is treating us. . .”