Oh dear, he said yes. Vahvuus hesitates, feeling it out for a moment, and- no, once again, it doesn't register like an order. It's so strange, but he welcomes it, this... ability to accept it, or refuse. Is this how humans feel when they make choices?

He'd offered for a reason, though, so his choice is obvious, and with a smooth motion he rises from the water and moves towards his vessel. "I can do that," he murmurs, accepting the soap and standing behind Sorey to rub it and his hands over the bare, half-cleaned back. At least bathing is a simple task, one that requires no instruction, and since it involves water it's almost as naturally comforting as the swim he'd had minutes before.

Sorey's body is as alien to him as any human's, but his mind registers things he notices while cleaning- the rough and muscled skin, made strong from training, the sturdiness of the bones beneath, the way he tenses and relaxes when hands reach certain spots. How curious.