[ Majima's build was long and lithe; sharper than Justine's, and suited for speed as much as power. He raised his eyebrows at the pointed attention, but truth be told? He kind of enjoyed it. Justine didn't shy away from him, had never seemed afraid of him, whatever his appearance. It was easy to forget what that was like at times. ]

I remember. You were wearin' white lace, and you had these little flowers in your hair.

[ He turned back around to face her, gathered up some of the strawberry scented shampoo, and combed his fingers lightly across her scalp -- working up a warm lather from the raven-black curls. His touch was gentle, as much massage as anything else. ]

Why did ya want to keep it a secret, anyway? I never did ask.