Noriko doesn't blush at all, but she politely averts her eyes as Ichiro removes his robe, a faint smile playing across her lips.  She rolls up her own sleeves, kneeling on the opposite side the tub.<br/><br/>"She's right, Master."  Noriko reaches forward, massaging the back of Ichiro's neck -- regardless of whether he<em>actually</em>seems tense, of course.  "There isn't anything wrong lately, is there?"