Brush her lips with water, your fingers are clean, the water is wet, and her mouth is a hard drawn line.
Would it hurt? Is there harm?
Should he be seen, he would be seen.
A conjuring touch of water, less than a kiss, a brush of the lips with this here toad, please wake up. A kiss, no, that’s for philosophers. A brush of water upon the lips. Too deep to venture swimming.
So he will wait, with low expectations. And wait.