[It's tempting to tease her by asking if this is just a ploy to get his shirt off, but he's still feeling pretty tired and not in the mood for a gamble. He sheds his jacket, then removes the shirt underneath, and lies down. Lyle is by no means a muscular man, but he's very much in shape, so Caster will be greeted to the sight of a toned back when she returns.]
[Caster reappears with three towels, a cushion, and a container of massage oil. How did she get that? Was she planning this? It's all very mysterious.]
[Lyle is eyeing the oil. He's quite surprised that she even has a bottle of it. But he does as he's asked, then goes back down once the cushion is in place.]
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Then you'll allow me? I can prepare in hardly any time at all.
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[He just looks amused at this whole thing now. Really, losing at this sort of thing wasn't bad.]
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[She whisks off to find the necessary items for a good massage.]
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Lift up for a moment, please.
[She needs to slide the cushion under his chest.]
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Have you been studying this online or something?
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[Said jokingly.]
Well, whenever you're ready, I suppose.
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Let me know if anything I do discomforts you.
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[He rests his chin on the couch's end pillow. That lets him relax his neck.]
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Well. You're no amateur, that's for sure...
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...That's not a challenge, by the way.
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[She's almost done with the massage.]