"Not half so peculiar as it was for me, I can assure you," Watson said wryly. "And I believe so." He gave his face another thorough scrubbing. "You can let me know if I'm wrong."

He settled into being throughly cleaned, enjoying it more than he had thought he might. Really, the only experience he had of being washed by another, during his adult life, had been during his time in the hospital in Peshawar, when he had been simply too ill to tend to the task himself. This was a far cry from that experience.

"It would be my pleasure to return the favour," he murmured.