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Yep.

( Said in a of course you would kind of way, gently tweaking her foot. )

G-good um, good things you're so m-modest.

( Adonis pls. )

But if you're offerring...

[Pointing her toes for a second, as if she needs to draw attention to her feet.]

Are you mocking me?

{Careful, mister.]

( A little face, but he's glad to make good on his offer, sliding the heat of his hand down the sole of one of her feet, before taking it in both hands and starting to massage it. Gently, at first, before building up a little more intensely.

And, he's glancing over his shoulder, looking for someone else, before double taking and pointing to himself, in a sort of who, me? kind of gesture, positively shocked by the suggestion. )

That'd b-be rude.

( Not saying Max shouldn't be mocked sometimes, though. Just lovingly. )

[This is... good. She's leaning back againt the arm of the couch, glass hanging loosely from her hand, enjoying the foot massage and the cat curled up in her lap and Maurice nosing at her hip until she scratches behind his ears.]

And I suppose you're too polite for that?

I'm a g-gentleman.

( Which he thinks might be a mistake the moment after he said it, all things considered. Slipping his hand down her pants, letting her draw away his boxer shorts and getting each other off probably couldn't be counted as gentlemanly behaviour, but he shakes his head instead of faltering, letting the warmth work its way into her muscles. )

Are you sure w-wearing uh, wearing heels all the t-time doesn't-- doesn't d-damage your feet?

[A hum of agreement, despite the teasing from before, because she's a little too chilled out to keep up with the joking around. It's a slightly sketpical hum, at least.]

Shapeshifter.

[Which means that yes, it would damage her feet and her muscles and her posture if she couldn't shift her body to exactly however she wants it to be. She can shift things around to make wearing heels more comfortable, and shift away any damage she might do to herself.

It's why it's impossible to tell she did ballet for a few years.]

( For all his guilt, the worry that bubbles up, then more guilt when he thinks about how much he wants to do it again-- that makes him smile. Phoebe would be so jealous, he's sure of it. He doesn't worry about icing her feet for any bruising, then, and instead if just doing whatever feels nice. )

I c-could, um. Make you some c-comfy glass slippers. ( With a bit of a "yup that's all I've got," face. She can make the heels not suck, he can make shoes out of glass. She'd be the best Cinderella ever. ) These t-two could um, could d-drag the p--p-pumpkin.

Princes are so terribly boring, though.

[The way she says it makes it sound as though she actually might be speaking from experience.]

I'll keep it in mind if anyone happens to throw a fancy dress party.

( A very small and stupid part of him wants to volunteer that he is not a prince. Thankfully, he is able to silence that part incredibly quickly. Instead, just focusing on what he's doing and shrugging noncommittally. )

I c-could um, go in a t-toga.

( Since he's so good with those. Artemisia makes a quiet trilling sound, rolling on Max's lap for more attention. )

Very subtle.

[But it's gently teasing, and she's more focused on looking down at the kitten, then at her wine glass, then at her other hand which is still being used to pet Maurice.]

I need another arm.

[theoretically she could shift herself one but that seems a little excessive.

Instead, she leans over to set the wine glass on the coffee table, freeing up her hand to play with the cat, letting Artemisia bite her fingers with her tiny kitten teeth.]

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I d-dunno. T-two has uh, a g-good symmetry. Three m-might b-be uh, overkill.

( So, so serious. Why is he the most serious person in the world?

And he's going to move to massage her other foot, next. He is the most helpful person. This is surely teamwork, Max looking after the animals while he handles her feet? )

There's always those b-beer can hats. It'd suit you.

( ultimate fashion guru )

I could go up to four, two on each side, but it would take a while to gain the mass I'd need.

[As if this is something she's seriously considering, rather than just a joke.

What is serious is the mention of beer can hats.]

No.

[That's it that's her response.]

That sounds...

( alarming? Terrifying? Gross? All of the above? ) Hard t-to g-get clothes for.

( No Max, that response just makes him laugh a little, before he presses an apologetic kiss to her ankle. )

I p-promise, no b-beer hats.

I'm sure I could find a tailor.

[To make her clothes suitable for someone with four arms but no she's. mostly joking.]

Good.

( The face he is making is so full of "please, no." So full of that emotion. But he isn't going to say that, because he's pretty sure that's rude. This face is probably rude, too, technically speaking but he's just. No. Four arms. Max with four arms. That's a scary place. )

You c-could massage yourself, then. I g-guess.

( Thoughtful. And, with a little frown: ) Is this uh, a s-subtle w-way to say you d-don't need me?

( Playful, a bit awkward because everything he does is a bit awkward, but he's trying to tease. Keep things light. Not think about where massaging derailed to last time. )

[There are jokes she won't make, even if it's being playful, and things like that are one of them. She knows Adonis well enough to know that he'd take it poorly, that the subject is far too raw.

There's no flicker in her expression, no pause before her reply, but she really wishes he hadn't made a joke like that.]

You give better massages than I do.

[It's sort of true, at least, if only because Donny can use warmth and ice so easily.]

I'm h-handy that uh, that w-way.

( Speaking of, this is an awesome foot rub she's getting, his thumbs pressing into the sole of her foot harder, then softer again. )

D-does that feel okay?

( maybe he should just shut up and rub feet )

Mm.

[Quiet agreement, because she really doesn't want to press this joke too much, not when there are landmines underneath it.]

It's good, thank you.

[Just casually wiggling her toes a little (the way normal people can, don't worry she isn't doing anything weird with shapeshifting) as if to indicate that is indeed a very good foot rub.]

( The kitten is purring very loudly, drawing a bit more of a grin from Donny as he watches her twist around to try and lean into Max's touch some more. At the toe wiggle, he gently grabs one of Max's toes, squeezes it before letting go again.)

You've g-got a new fan.

( And the he's just lapsing into silence, again. Comfortable silence, where the only concern is awesome foot and calf massage. He's good at that.)

Maurice is still my favourite.

[Just in case there was ever any doubt, though she's at least indulging the kitten by gently petting her fur.

For all that she's still a little unsure about having a cat in the apartment, she can at least admit that the creature is cute, and this is... nice, comfortable. They can make room for the kitten in their life here, she's sure.]

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