Morgan gave him enough time to disrobe while she waited just outside before giving a discreet knock and stepping back in. She closed the door behind her and dimmed the lights, approaching the table. "Slide up for me just a little bit," she said, indicating the massage table's padded face rest, "and let your arms hang down at the sides. We won't be able to work on your shoulders very well if the muscles are all out of their natural alignment." He wasn't the first person who'd missed the headrest; it was angled to let the neck rest in its most natural position during the massage, and was thus just a little lower than the edge of the table.