Leah's warm cheek had felt so soft, so vulnerable in his big gentle humanly paw. Vash wasn't a fan of his human form when it came to giving attention and praising others, his pale manly hands just weren't very personal compared to his far more preferred methods. Anything along the lines of cuddling, resting his head on her, licking her face. On the inside he was still an animal learning human mannerisms, and throughout his possibly infinite lifetime, it wasn't very likely that would change much. In a way, they were precise opposites. Through that relation, it was possible that she may grow to understand him with more depth than anyone else. She was also so different from the rest of her kind. He wasn't so posh or elitist like his other pureblood kin, which was kind of odd considering his royal standing and strict raising. And Leah, though the lowest form of werewolf, wasn't some kind of mindless mutt like the others of her turned kind. Leah was the closest to a structured, cultured, morally correct being between them. Well, in the eyes of a human, she'd seem to be that way compared to him.
Vash recovered from that wild tangent quickly, his silver eyes washing over the top of her head and then down her body. His line of vision carefully following the water streaming over short, full womanly form. His hand caressing her cheek once more before slowly sliding down the side of her neck and to her shoulder. "What would I do with this 'personal space'?" His lips took on a more playful, relaxed expression as he admired her eyes. The idea of how compatible they were would only continue to seep into his thoughts, nearly washing his attention away. He grew closer, his nose running against the back of her ear and his hands taking to her hips. Vash's narrowed eyes peered down to her tail as his torso guided her back against the shower wall.
Her words about not being so special would play around in his mind, anchoring him to the situation in a way that didn't play on his animalistic pervy side. "What a strange line of reasoning." He spoke softly, just louder than the shower head. "The women of my blood would always insist they could do better. They are loud and demanding, and any sort of closeness would come with the expectation of material reward." Vash recalled from experience. "I found in a chair-bound cursed pup what the entirety of my kind seems to lack, a combination of beauty and humility. So humble, so much more in touch with who she is, aware of what is around her." He shut his eyes to rest his forehead to the shower wall above her head. "Look at me. Spilling my guts again." A darker tone in his voice as the wide-spread shower head pelted them. The steam from the water heat clouding even the tiny space between them.