It's Not My Fault.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I don't think I quite like the skepticism in your tone" Hal said as knelt behind her on the bed.

Lucile raised her brow quizzically, 

"What? Let me remind you that you asked to do this" she told him.

Hal sighed, 

"While that is undeniably true, you agreed to let me do it and for that reason, I feel it would be best we trust each other. At least in regards to this situation. You doubting my abilities really cramps up my style and the work I will do is bound to be sub-par"

Lucile groaned, 

"Will you just get it over with? It's just a massage for heaven's sake" she complained.

"Fine, I'll try to forge on ahead. Let's begin" Hal said and with that, he placed his hands at the base of her neck and began to work his magic with the healthy mix of his strong (by virtue of his bloodline) hands and the lowest administration of {Erogenous Touch}.