I guess you've had plenty of time to think about it.

[Considering Jayce's comment about being in his room, with no traveling companions, when they parted in the Horizon, Viktor can make some assumptions about what he's been doing. Deciding what he wants, for one. Preparing accordingly, and not just in the sense of cleaning their apartment. Who is he to deny him, at this point? There's a warmth pooling in his stomach, separate from the heat of the bathtub, which he recognizes as anticipation. Relaxing here is nice, but he's quickly growing impatient for the aforementioned bed, and getting Jayce in it. Even now, he wants to lean over and kiss him, the only thing preventing him from doing so the fact that Jayce is washing his hair.

He can't do much more than keep his eyes closed, to avoid getting soap in them. Jayce's hands are practiced, and as he massages his scalp he makes a contented noise in the back of his throat, settling into his reclined position.]

If you're trying to spoil me, it's working. [He's starting to think he might like to get spoiled in other ways, too.] Tell me when I can rinse.