Even though he shook his head, George Flack didn't say anything more. His princess, after all, had to be spoiled!
"All right then, you just lie down for now, and I'll help you take off your clothes later. You have to take off your pants too, and then change into pajamas."
Aria Grant planned to just lie there and enjoy the foot bath until the water cooled a bit before getting up, but as soon as she heard what George said, she quickly sat up.
"Are you some kind of pervert? I can sit up by myself! I don't need your help, okay? And where on earth did you learn that? How come I feel like you're being greasy?"
Aria sat up and looked at George with disdain. George had no idea what he had done wrong. Did expressing his thoughts make him greasy? Well, if greasy he was, so be it!
George figured he didn't mind one bit.
