Asha couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the thought of quick washing clothes—especially knowing how much Xarakas likely moved and sweated in them day-in and day-out. "Well, you're welcome to this bath any time you're here," she settled on, realizing how rude and insensitive it would sound if she said anything else that had come to mind.
Rolling her eyes at his teasing, she said, "You can do that next if you want, but I'd be happy to prove that I'm capable of bathing myself." It was said lightly as he closed the distance between them, Asha reaching out to run her hands along his skin.
Although if she were being completely honest, her actions weren't entirely innocent. She was washing him, yes, but she let her fingers trail lightly, caressing every inch of him, a little at a time. Despite what he'd said, she still felt like she had to make it up to him for earlier, and as she did little things like follow her touch with feather-light kisses or squeeze his ass with a wink or clean and caress around his member without doing more than perhaps letting her hand brush up against him, she looked up into his eyes.
"Tell me what you want, Xarakas," she urged him softly.
"Hey, I make sure they're clean," Xarakas defended as he saw her wrinkle her nose. "I'm not like some of the other arena fighters who never bathe or wash their clothes, or who think a dip in some water is washing. Even if I can't dedicate a ton of time to scrubbing, I always use soap and make sure that any obvious dirt or blood or grime is gone and there's no smell. Which is better than most, I assure you."
He could tell the conversation was likely making her uncomfortable based on her reactions, and not wanting to push her away, he dropped it, simply nodding as she offered to let him bathe here whenever he liked, although he doubted he'd ever be in her rooms again after today.
"I never said you weren't capable," he teased, obediently holding out his arms or turning as she instructed while she washed him, chuckling softly as she squeezed his ass and brushed her hand a little too close to his member. He let out a little hum as she kissed along his skin, tilting her chin up so he could press a slow and lingering kiss to her lips in response to her question, unsure if the action spoke for itself or if he'd need to clarify.
His reassurances admittedly helped, as Asha had worried about his hygiene for a moment, though she was still happy to drop that subject in favor of giving him her full focus as she "washed" him.
Of course, when she asked him to tell her what he wanted, she'd hoped for an answer—ideally a request for himself, not to turn around and attempt to make his own offer—so though she enjoyed kissing him, she found herself looking up at him when they parted, draping her arms loosely around him.
"That was an open offer for me to do something for you. You're supposed to ask for more than just a kiss," she chastised teasingly.