Nodding, John watched her as his fingers lightly brushed along her leg, tracing down along her shin and along her knee, before back up along her leg again, watching her toes as they caressed, then back to her again as he let his eyes drink in her body.
Bringing his other hand up, he began to knead and massage at her calves, turning up a brow then thought, "We didn't have much in livestock, but we do have some animals. Or did I suppose. Mostly chickens, and a cow for dairy, and some sheep for clothing. My mother had a garden and we did have quite a bit of crops for vegetables and bread; it's nestled in the mountains though."
He began to massage down along her leg, working out whatever tightness there may be, "So the crops can only grow so much, and mom tended to the garden most, but I helped her from time to time."