[ saints, he was annoying. his teasing is met with a roll of her eyes, most of her attention diverted to the flinching at the touch to his leg. she resumes her gentle massage of it, though only uses her thumb to work out a particularly nasty knot, talking all the while. ]

I should hope you would get out of your shirt at said bed and breakfast, else you'll have a poor time relaxing.

[ punk. ]

But good. [ at anika clearing his schedule. she finishes her second (and likely last) attempt at getting his leg to relax further with another gentle pat before she shifts a bit, settling on her knees to give the collar of his shirt a gentle tug. ] Speaking of, you should try to get out of these clothes before your leg protests further; you won't be walking at all.

[ and, before he starts: ]

I can pick up dinner to eat in later tonight.