"Yes," Helen all but purred as she sat up again, leaning in to his comforting touch. "Most definitely." Which, of course, led to thoughts of Patroclus in his former gear. She shivered with delight as his hands ghosted over her bare skin.
"I thought you were a pro at standing around, being a man of war and all," she commented. The teasing touches were quickly getting to be too much for Helen to bear. Roughly, she pushed him down onto the bed and sat astride of him. "Now did you want your massage or not?"