"You have not." That at least is an easy push back as she lifts the other leg, repeating the same process. Watching the water trickle down her leg, curving around the shape of her ankle and dripping back into the water. "I would never."

She leans forward, like she makes to mean it particularly, or just that she wants to a lot - and she kisses the top of her knee that she is scrubbing, massaging around. A briefly tickling thing, before she smoothes the sensation away with another swipe down of her fingers.