Lord Bayushi often had a jovial look upon his face, even at rest or distracted. During the serious speech he gave, and especially during the part concerning his wife, that pleased smile faded into something more nuetral. Now, as the sensous beauty made her way toward him the glow returned to his eyes and his lis parted, allowing his thick tongue to dip out and lap across his cracked lips.<br/><br/>His meaty, clubbed finger tips lifting lightly from his lap to his waist. He undid the belt keeping his formal kimono neatly aroung his form. And as hed did, his freshly freed stomach dpilled out a mit, parting the loose fabric and exposing the meager padding of his ashigaro armor. His eyes studying her as she approached. "Do not be shy. You have been hand selected as my masseuse, it is your duty to touch me, no etiquette to worry about."