Ashelia's fingers visibly twitched. "I am not so incompetent, Lord Azrael."
"I'm sure." Azrael agreed. "But sometimes, people often say the opposite of what they mean, Milady."
"Then they are delusional if they think other people would easily understand."
"I'm sure the right person would." Azrael answered, then a mischievous smile curled his lips. "Like me, of course. I understand you perfectly."
Ashelia sputtered. "Absolutely not!"
"You see?" he asked and the tease in his smile continued. "If you enjoyed it that much, you should've said so directly, Milady. I would be more than willing to provide a more thorough massage if that's what you wish."
Ashelia's cheeks nearly flushed at the absurdity of his request, but she quickly regained her composure. After all, she knew the exact reaction he wanted to see.
She pressed her lips together when she noticed that familiar and annoyingly amusing yet endearing smirk on his face. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to slap him.
