"Right, and your place is the only place you can take your shirt off," Jane shook her head, chuckling a little, "you are such a lug, it's not like I can use massage oil on your shirt now is it?"
She slid off his lap, and stood up, "I'll pour the tea and find that oil, and um, then we can see if I can't actually do something with those knots. Yeah? And if you're worried, I can put an old towel under you to stop the sheet getting all oily."
She moved across the room and poured the tea, bringing Memphis his before she disappeared into the bathroom. She came out a few moments later with a bottle, "I found it, and it's not even a girly floral scent, sort of woodsy and nice? It says, Sandalwood on it?"