“Seems like the plot line of the mentor making his move,” Luna considered, eyeing him up.
“But I’m going to allow it,” she added, turning her back to him a little, “because I literally belong to a pair of gods who could turn you into something nasty if you try to get fresh.” She pulled her ponytail over her shoulder and rolled her neck again, making a very small groan as she did. She certainly did feel tight, and had always been a sucker for a massage.