Pearl's abruptly aware of every inch of distance between them as it narrows and narrows again. She can't help but crane her neck a little, wanting to be closer, drawn inexorably in by Rose's gravity. Those eyes, fixed all on her; lips, faintly parted with promise. The stream of water, still spilling across her skin in little prickles and curls of heat, pattering against the tile with a soft and constant noise that's entirely at odds with the way Pearl's pulse is suddenly thudding in her ears.

She was going to ask Rose if they could maybe...after her shower, but...now. Now's not a bad time, either.

"I...okay. Yes." After a moment she adds, with a little hitch in her voice, "Please."