Krem hummed softly in agreement, nodding a bit but mostly nuzzling at Thomas's skin. All of Thomas was warm and slick with water, different than when they'd wrestled in the surf but no less good for it. Krem found himself sighing contentedly, not wanting to pull away if he could help it.

"I washed off with the water," Krem said with a mild little shrug. It was sort of like being clean. He was rewarmed and content, whether or not he'd taken soap to his skin. The final decision on if the shower was over or not was up to Thomas, then.