He'd only just begun. Glinda was a soft, pure soul that desperately needed at least a little corruption. Matt knew how far he got would be questionable, only because Glinda was so very aware of his depravities.

Matthew smiled, putting as much of the sun into it as he could, pushing to his feet and walking out of the baths to gather a uniquely shaped soap that smelled a bit like flowers but smelled like sunshine and clean sheets somehow before walking slowly back into the tub, dark eyes locked purposefully on her.

"Turn then, my lady, and I shall start with your back."