"It isn't magic. It's technology. And what sort of things do you need to find out? Clothes are a requirement for being in society." She protested, but sat back, resting her head against his stomach at his gentle urging. "What are you-?" She asked, twisting her head to look up at him. She hated that phrase 'try and relax'. It almost always meant that pain was on the way. Like he was going to plug himself into the back of her head like<em> the Matrix</em>.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, doing as he said, as his hands began to massage, and her shoulders dripped, her head lulling forward almost immediately. She was a sucker for back and shoulder rubs. She caught her breath as his hands encircled her throat, and her shoulders tensed under him, before... Nothing. The first thing she noticed was that he was no longer behind her, the next was the necklace that hung heavily just above her cleavage. "Roe?" She asked, picking the beautiful, warm pendant up, admiring the rose. She couldn't believe this, the absurdity was too much. "Did you just turn into a necklace?" She asked, voice pitched an octave higher than usual.