A laugh of his own as he considered that. "Might run out of breath somewhere around the first hyphen, yeah. I'll have to pace myself." His hands ran over Henry's shoulders once more, this time to rinse away the soap lather. Then he stepped in closer, arms sliding around Henry once more so that he can work on washing his front now.

It's his turn to nibble at Henry's neck, tongue teasing along the water droplets there, lips kissing lazily against skin. He was clearly in no hurry with this shower, enjoying the time with his prince in his arms.

"Hey. I'm an innocent man. Always." What trouble? He was an angel. "But in case you ever need it, it's Gabriel." His middle name. For when he is in Big Trouble (TM).