Re: Kris
When she had moved Kris's shoulders had felt chilly and lonely and as though someone was glaring at them. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation, daggers were always drawn wherever you were in the fashion world, but he was used to being able to glare back.
But he always felt better if he had something to do with his hands so he moved behind her, said "Permisso?" and without really waiting for a reply placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed his thumbs gently either side of her spine. "Just relax," he advised. "Lord you're tense. I could play arpeggios on these tendons."