[Gordon is fairly quick at coming back with a damp washcloth, cold alas. Warm water isn't on yet, they're a bit too early.

Like Gordon's orgasm.

Sitting beside Warren again he's wiping at his face, concern knitting his brows.]

I didn't get any in your eye did I? Last thing we need is the look Harrow would give us if we told him how I potentially blinded you.

Bet everyone would have a bloody giggle over it.

[Gordon grumbles, fusses as he wipes Warren's face, teeth worrying his bottom lip, afraid he's ruined their first... whatever this mess was.]

There, only thing across your face now are the freckles.