Greg let out a low chuckle as he washed Mycroft's back, the warmth of the shower combined with the heady scent of the shower gel making the space relaxing.

If Greg was relaxed, then his body was planning to crash soon.

"Accustomed to what?" he asked. "A personal shower boy to wash you when you're dirty?"

He handed the loofah back to Mycroft and poured some of the soap in his hand, rubbing them together and hand scrubbing his front down.

"Or this. If it's this, I think I could get used to it too. It feels...comfortable. Even in this incredibly huge house with it's incredibly huge showers, it feels comfortable."

He suddenly laughed, a thought occurring to him. "Not to break the mood, but maybe Addie shouldn't come over here. I turn my back and she'll be in her swimsuit trying to take a swim in that tub of yours."