They kiss for a while, under the stream of warm water, in spite of the soap, and the heat, and the relative lack of privacy... but it's an exhausted sort of affection, a need to connect, for each of them to remind the other of their presence.

What she tells him next leaves him confused, though, and he pulls his face back from hers to give her a questioning look.

"His master?"

That's a strange turn of phrase. He would have understood "his queen," but not that.