She groaned as he hit a particular sore spot, a kink in the muscle just at her shoulder blade. One hand groped for the bench before she eased herself down, abandoning the cuirass to the floor. “Where did you learn this?” she said thickly. “I am never letting you go now. Not ever.”
“Just something I picked up from my travels,” he tells her earnestly, “it’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal the way your magic is not a big deal, or mine,” she muttered. He hit another sore spot and she bit her lips to hold back a yelp. She added, “wandering hands,” and laughed.