"Ya sure you're okay with this, darlin'?" He probed gently one final time, skimming his fingers over the water of the tub you so delicately sat in.

Boothill sighed. He'd always been overly fond of you - craving intimate contact, yet he never thought that you'd ever be so sweet to him.

He sat perched on the edge of the bath. He watched the beautiful rose petals which floated over the water of the surface, smirking softly at you, "okay, okay. I'll get in now, yeah?"