Thomas' eyes opened again to find himself laying face down, his tight, sore muscles being kneaded delightfully by soft hands. He let his head rest in his folded forearms, looking to the side, not yet looking back the woman - though knowing full well who she was. Memories of her had teased him all day.<br/><br/>He sighed, smiling softly. "There is much on my mind." She was doing an expert job. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so relaxed, and between the massage and the cool night air caressing his muscles, he finally felt the weight of the world was off of his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Mm..that feels wonderful, miss. I'm sorry to say I don't know your name, however."