[Intense is alright. Frantic is alright. Ghoul can feel it, and Party will suck it out of him. Wet is alright, even inconsequential as Party steps up into the tub, easing Ghoul towards the wall. The spray hits them both now, and it's a few seconds before his entire right side is soaked, but what does it matter?]

Hang onto me. [He whispers against Ghoul's mouth, nosing at him, biting softly at his lips.] You're right here with me. C'mon, you can feel me. [Palms drag down Ghoul's arms, show him where he can hang on, around Party's shoulders, at his waist.]