Pearl looks back up at her, hesitates. There's something about Rose's tone that brooks no argument. The endearment, the way Rose's mouth wraps around the word, sends a little tremor through Pearl-- or perhaps it's the intent way Rose is looking at her-- she's suddenly aware of how very naked she is, the faint caress of air against her cooling skin--

Pearl's mouth is dry too.

"O-okay." Snatching up a bottle of body wash from the sink counter, she backs into the shower. "I'll just! Finish up in here. Thank you."