Chavu made sure that he was being extra careful with Marcellus's burns. Letting the soap just ghost over them. Marcellus was leaning back, with eyes closed.
The Naga was glad that Marcellus was at peace, yet he wanted to see his red orbs shining with mirth. Marcellus's eyes were the best part of him, as far as Chavu was concerned. The windows to his soul.
Calm, betraying amusement, or warning of worry. Chavu could stare into those orbs forever.
When Marcellus was soaped all over, apart from his neater regions, Chavu used the soap on himself.
"I am not entirely clean," Marcellus protested. Chavu blushed at that and kept rubbing the soap on his skin.
"You can wash yourself down there just fine. Now, rinse already. I know how much you dislike the cold water," Chavu managed to get out with minimal stuttering. Marcellus chuckled from behind him and dived in the water.