The loss of Asher within is noted by a disappointed sigh, though it's quickly replaced by soft purring as Asher works the soap through his hair.

"Are sick of me smelling of your shampoo yet?" he asks, smiling at the water. "I should gather up my courage, get dressed, and go fetch my toiletries from Anita's room."

Not that he minds smelling utterly like Asher all the time, quite honestly.