[Lather is up and over his back. Broad shoulders and a still strong back for Mr. Eames' frame. How does a guy pull it off? He sure don't look like he's forty two. Must be something he ate growing up, that and genes.]

Watch me, then what?

[The effect gets lost because it's not the fox-like peepers looking at him from atop the long slope of a nose. Sigh.]

I might if you don't look but you know, talk and listen.

[Sounds stupid and square. Goes to show how deep their relationship goes that he even attempts to articulate any of it.]

I wouldn't want you rubbing one out while him. Just not right.

[He grips onto biceps to get him to rotate so he can rinse what he's washed.]