Chuckling softly as he seems to be having trouble with his hair, she tugs one of the leather thongs from where she'd used it to hold her lekku back, and gently pulls his hair up and away from his face, securing it easily. Odd for someone without hair to be good at something like that. Once she'd finished with that, she takes up the oils, drizzling them along his back slowly. The sensation added something to the massage, she'd always been taught. But instead of kneeling at the side of the bed, as he had, she moves to straddle his buttocks and upper thighs, leaning forward to slowly start working her hands over his back. She was quite good as well, though it was understandable, as she had been trained to please in several ways.