"I massage you all the time," she admitted soft enough for just him to hear but with the same amount of cheek to it before taking a sip of her own champagne. "I suppose, I could massage the rest of you too though. All you ever had to do was ask nicely."
She twirled a piece of her dark hair in her fingers before brushing out of her face. Silly wind. "It's good to know you'd take a beating to keep me around. I'd save your face."