Now that Zara definitely couldn't see her, Imogen grinned freely at the nod - the freedom to let her facial expressions show freely was not one she experienced often, and she was going to enjoy every second of it.<br/><br/>Once the covers were clear, she turned to Zara again, putting a hand on her hop to guide her.<br/><br/>"Lie down on the bed. Face down."<br/><br/>As the woman did so, she rolled the oil bottle between her hands to warm it - no point it being cold, it would reduce the shock of the ice later if it was - before uncorking it.<br/><br/>The smell rolled out into the room - clean citrus edged with thyme, and something warm and spicy underlying it all. She'd never managed to get what that was out of the place that made it - all they'd done was confirm it wasn't bay and it wasn't cinnamon - but it was very expensive and rather difficult to get ahold of. Good thing she still had her contacts.<br/><br/>She poured a small pool of it into her hands, still grinning in anticipation while she waited for Zara to settle on the bed.