She could feel her face turning read and warming at the simple touch of his hands. She trembled a little but when she felt him massaging her shoulders she sighed and relaxed a little, and then tilted her head back and looked up at him. Her head lightly laying against his chest and her eyes shimmered softly. She smiled sweetly again at him, "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Thank you. A bath does sound nice. My body aches from my run here. But, I only managed to get lucky at finding the right door to the library. I'd need you to show me the way to the west wing. If you don't mind that is, Sir...</span>" she said. Her stained face looked a bit weary, but not worse for ware.<br/><br/>Her face still pink, she set the dress now finished on the back of the chair once more and then sighed as he rubbed her shoulders; closing her eyes softly. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">That feels really nice...</span>" she said, then opened her eyes and looked up at him once more. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">I promise that once I'm cleaned up, I'll cook you a meal like you've never had before.</span>" She said then gently she reached up, though tentative and nervous, she placed her soft delicate hand on his cheek.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"Sir...would It be alright if I called you something other than, Sir?</span>" she asked. She knew she was asking a lot, but if she were to be here for a while, she would like to establish a more...personal...relationship with him, and getting comfortable with him. No better way to start, is to start with a name he preferred.