"Hang on. We're gonna walk over to the sink so you can run your eyes under it, okay? Here we go. Baby steps. Good girl," he can't resist growling that last bit into her ear. But he moves slowly, careful to make sure she can keep up if she clings to him. When they get to sink, he gently yanks on the faucet, and prepares to guide her head under, if she'll allow him.