When he has to pull away to breathe, Giles doesn't move much. Just enough to allow for air, his forehead resting against Sharky's. He could inhabit this moment comfortably for a lifetime, the quiet warmth of something new and building, of undiscovered territory waiting to be explored together.

But the smell of chlorine still hangs in the air, waiting patiently for them, so...

"Shall we... 'break in' the hot tub, so to speak?"