Xen accepts the touches and, while trying very hard not to show just<i>how</i>much she's enjoying it, the barbarian tilts her face and groans softly in approval at the tension-relief massage.  "Ooh," she says gently and, with surprising supplication, angling her face to the touch of Morgan's fingers.  "Mmmmph," she says, nodding, as if trying to regain composure.  "Okay, okay... yes, you have a point.  I will accompany you."