[It is a quiet moment for Eichi. It isn't often that even he can clean his wings so thoroughly, so the feeling is nice, and he appreciates the gesture.

Eichi finishes off rinsing himself before he stands up and spreads his wings. They're wet, and so heavy, and Eichi has a hard time of it, but he flaps then a few times to flick off some of the excess water. He's sure Fox won't mind.]

Your turn, then.

[He finally turns to Fox, wearing a mischievous grin.]

You scratch my back and I scratch yours~