At her words, Henry flushed dark red. The idea of massaging her chest was... well, it was better not to think about it.
"Right then," he said awkwardly, moving on to her books. He stacked them neatly in the bottom of the trunk, putting the clothes on top and starting to reach for her shoes and other things. "So, um. Let's talk about the shop, shall we?"
Because talking about the shop was not talking about touching people in potentially inappropriate ways, and perhaps that was safest, all things considered.