He rolled his shoulders under Sam's firm hands and the soap, enjoying the sensation of being clean again. It had been days since he managed to get a shower, and it was neither of their fault there. Hell, having a piss had been a very difficult endeavour for the last while being being parted at all was unthinkable. Now, it was all smooth palms and calloused fingers sliding over the curves of his back, which had more than its share of scrapes from nails and bruises. He'd never complain about any of that.

He smirked and gave Wilson a sharp jab from his elbow. "If anyone hurts you and I know about it, I'll skin them alive," he replied with a growl. "I don't care what bolthole I'm hiding in, I will even use a rusty bit of metal to do it." Wilson was his, and the guy's dentition was currently imprinted on the side of his neck. Everyone else had been stay the fuck away from Wilson.

"I'll just make them bleed a little," he amended. "We gonna meet up before I go to ground, or... when it goes down, that's it?"