For a long moment, she simply stared at him, and even with the low lighting, he could tell she was blushing. He was almost tempted to put his shirt back on and tell her it was okay to forget about the massage, but that would mean he'd have to call her out on her reaction, and he really didn't want to cause her more embarrassment than necessary.

Her eyes finally snapped up to meet his again, and she looked a little dazed as she tried to speak. It was a little endearing, if he was quite honest with himself. She probably hadn't ever seen a man she wasn't related to without his shirt, and he felt an odd satisfaction at the knowledge that he was the one she'd compare others to down the line.

True to form, she didn't back down from this, even if it wasn't a challenge. She even suggested he lie down, and they both knew there was really only one place in the apartment he could do that. "Okay..." he said slowly and rose to his feet, then made his way over to the bed without looking over his shoulder at her. He'd let her look her fill and grow a little more accustomed to the sight without having to worry about him catching her at it.

A devilish thought entered his mind and he knew she couldn't see the little smirk on his face when he lifted his arms over his head and stretched. Why should he be the only one affected, anyway? "This okay?" he asked innocently and laid down on his stomach, grabbing a pillow to hold his head up.