<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He relaxed beneath her hands, even when she removed his outer robe.  "Nothing . . . nothing, just thank you," Torven murmured back, deciding to go with the flow.  Obviously this was meant to be, and she wanted to do this.  And he had to admit, the massage was helpful.  His usual morning exercises were a bit more strenuous than most members of the Order.  It was a bit of a hold over from his days in the arenas.  One of his more serious issues, one he still hadn't gotten over, though it saved his life several times on missions for the Order.