He wasn't looking at her. That was new and unusual. So was the feeling of actually wanting him to look at her. Normally Lara had to dissuade with extreme prejudice and here she was, warming to this ridiculously polite man who was blushing at the thought of seeing her naked and at the same time still willing to do as she'd asked. It was a little thrilling and enormously endearing.

And he was good at it. She let her head drop back and groaned. She hadn't had this much attention paid to her that she hadn't exchanged coin for in quite some time. Lara lifted her head and looked at him, half-smile on her lips. "Have you washed many womens backs? You're pretty good." She said, watching him flush as she arched her back a little and his hand drifted down to what was only technically still her back. "Maybe you should take it up as a living when you get out of here." Now there was a thought. "What are you good at? I mean, you're going to have to earn a wage at some point. What have you been doing with your time up here?"