Leaning in once more, Trunks pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Thanking, understanding, reassuring her. "I know. It's part of why the sink back here has a holy-water tap as well."

Unfortunately, it did mean he needed to let her down. To get towels, and a wash cloth. Which...he really didn't want to; felt in his grip, and seen in the faint frown as he leaned his forehead against hers. He liked holding her close, and having her legs around his waist.