It felt as if she were about to melt as he kept massaging her feet, and she couldn't withhold small hums and sighs of satisfaction. They were getting slightly louder, so she bit her lip in an attempt to quiet them, but let her eyes flutter closed for a moment. He really was much too good at this. She could almost fall asleep under his ministrations.

He seemed a little startled by her offer, and she opened her eyes to look down at him curiously. Was it really so surprising that she'd want to do something for him when he did so much for her? “I give my siblings massages all the time,” she replied lightly, wondering at his reaction. She really should have thought of this possibility earlier. He was undoubtedly sore from dancing all the time. Besides, he was giving her such a lovely foot massage after teaching her the quickstep, cooking her dinner, and short-circuiting the electricity just to show her that it was possible to change one's environment.

And... she liked the idea of doing something that would make him feel good. She wanted to elicit the same happy sighs he was drawing from her lips. It was a strange desire, but she felt as if she'd entered some surreal, candlelit world where she could truly relax and give in to her whims. “Whenever you want,” she replied to his question, smiling down at him as he worried his lip. “Maybe when you're done with my feet? That feels wonderful, by the way.”