"Let me help you, then," she purrs, casting aside the armor she normally wears, when commanding the troops; it doesn't do to have them staring at her body all day, after all. She saunters over to the bed, urging him to roll over on his stomach, as she climbs onto the bed, straddling him from behind, and starts to use her impressive strength to give him a massage; one that would likely shatter bones, on a mere mortal, but for him, might be just the thing. Of course,a ll the while, she's rubbing herself against him in quite pleasant way, which doesn't hurt, either.