The slow methodical motions of his fingers moved along every inch of her foot, making sure that he tended to it properly, as he didn't believe in half-assing anything that he did. "You wish is my command, milady." Once he felt like he had adequately helped the current foot out, he quickly lift her other foot up into his lap and started to apply the same techniques that he had learned long ago to the foot. Having to disguise yourself as a masseuses meant learning the part.

"I feel like our information was false, or someone has tipped them off to our presence. They were suppose to be having this meeting two days ago... Where are they? Do you think they have been tipped off?" That wasn't all he was worried about, but those were the main concerns at the moment. His mind was lost to other thoughts of that last time he was on this forsaken planet. It was how the scar across his face had been born.

"How much does my file say about me? I know you have one about everyone, because I have been given access to files from time to time... Though some people just aren't in the archive. I know I am one of them... what does my file say about me?" It might have seemed out of the blue, but maybe he had been made when they got the room. Something just wasn't adding up, and he was trying to put the pieces together to see if anything made sense.