[ Unsurprisingly, an exaggerated gasp follows at that notion of something for free as he carries her in through the door though it's only a mildly believable one even on the scale of reactions he always has ready to go at any time. It's also an entirely unsubtle method of fishing for another giggle from her - though that's only just getting started. ]

My mentioning that the massage better not just be a hand massage doesn't count as suggestion? Maybe you've spent too much time around me when it comes to wanting the specifics in everything and this is it coming back to haunt me finally.

[ A contemplative hum follows as they make their way through the suite, though it's only for show and for entertaining her. Claude doesn't think for an instant that Hilda believes he doesn't have one, two, five, ten things in mind at any given time. But this is enough for now as he tilts his chin up as if to go in for a kiss - at least until they turn the corner into the main bedroom and he pulls back with a teasing grin at the last second to lean over the bed and lay Hilda back on it before bracing his hands on the bed on either side of her. ]

Then again, I seem to remember this massage being your idea so maybe you should be telling me what you have planned.

[ There's an insinuation in there, probably, if only because he's leaning ever closer again to lessen that gap between then. This time Claude doesn't pull away and though it's tempting to hover and to just ghost over her lips with his, it's far better to close the distance for a gentle kiss. Though in true Claude fashion, he doesn't let it linger for long before pulling back for a look of faux thought with plenty of amusement in the edges of it. ]

Maybe a shoulder massage?