UN for Unaware did make sense, though again, he felt he was pretty sure he knew that he was good at things. Letting the brainier residents take care of whatever that was made more sense to him, though, and his relationship with Lucy was as good as his one with Ivy, so he could probably get answers from either as soon as they were available.
For now he was ready for massaging, though, and he paused when Ivy asked him to. "You know, for a minute I thought maybe you were just offering massages just to touch everybody, but you're sounding pretty professional," he teased. He laughed as he did a few more eyebrow wiggles, these even larger, before catching the sheet that she chucked at him. "Yeah yeah, I know the drill," he replied, faking aggravation. He waited for her to leave before he pulled off his socks and shoes, and then his pants, all of which he put aside with his shirt. He didn't take off his boxer-briefs, even after being given permission. Even as a consensual, professional thing, he didn't think he needed to be nude and risk anyone getting ideas in this place. It wasn't about Ivy as much as it was about those damn hidden cameras that were probably still around. He'd hate for Zippy to send those out with some misconstrued message.
He stretched out across the floor, feet up on one towel, face in the other.