"Good." He flashed her a brief smile, then stood and wandered past toward the door. Briefly he paused in the doorway angled half ready to leave and half to speak to Zoey. Or to instruct her, as seemed more likely. "I'll return in a moment. Be done with Molly in the next few minutes, please. If you ask nicely maybe she'll consent to come back next time." The last sentence was as much for Molly as for Zoey, and the young girl sighed. She knew that much as Quentin could irritate her, she still thought well enough of her... That and she pitied the wounded girl beneath her.<br/><br/>The shop assistant drizzled a little more of the oil across Zoey's skin, and set about kneading it in. The slick wetness ensured her hands moved surely over Zoey's skin, letting her rub increasingly firmly.<br/><br/>"I will come next time you're allowed, you know - don't tell him that, though, will ya? - but you really shouldn't let him push you so far! I mean how does that get fun?" Her finger traced a curving welt across the top of Zoey's chest, before she returned to making the most of the last few moments.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>