"Distracted, Master? Is there something I perhaps might do to help you?" She sweeps to her feet ever so gracefully, moving around him to refill their tea, the skirt of the gown flowing easily about her long legs. Setting his tea down, she tilts her head, watching him, then moves behind him, hands slipping onto his shoulders as she slowly starts to work on the hard, knotted muscles there.<br/><br/>"You're so very tense, Master... You should take time for yourself...." Her hands moved with an expert like quality, likely something from her previous occupation. Regardless of where it came from, it was obvious she knew what she was doing.