Tehr smiled softly and shook his head no as she asked if he was likewise looking for a massage.  What he was looking for was far more carnal in nature.<br/><br/>"As you wish your maj...Elizabeth," he said correcting himself.  "Bear with me for a moment, for I am far too overdressed to finish this massage properly.   He stood then and began unbuttoning his clothing, letting them fall away until he was dressed in no more than his silken undershorts.  His turgidity would be evidenced then, but he would pay it no mind.  Muttering the small words to a simple spell, he enacted a cantrip of low power.  It was a very simple spell, one that would send warmth to his hands, making them feel very warm to the touch.   Then rubbing them together he again joined Queen Elizabeth on the lounge,  Kneeling on the couch so he straddled one of her shapely legs, his right knee between her thighs.  Leaning forwards he picked up one of her hands and began working the muscles in her arms, working down towards her shoulder slowly as he went.<br/><br/>He would switch to the other arm as he reached her shoulder, mimicing the massage.  Then he would lean forwards, his hands massaging her neck and shoulders.  He would be hunched over her, the throbbing erection in his silk shorts occasionally brushing against her mons or her thigh, separated only by a thin layer of silk.  His chest only an inch from hers as he crouched over her body.  Then if the moment 'felt' right, he would lean down and his lips would press against hers, his hands behind her head as he lightly pulled her up into his kiss.