Richard just smiled faintly, while Daisy immediately massaged his shoulder. The man looked back at his laptop, but he couldn't concentrate anymore. His wife's touch, which should comfort him, amuses him instead.
"It's like not a massage," he said, turning his head.
"But I massaged you," Daisy replied with a frown.
"But your hands are too small... There's no power... It's not enough to qualify as a masseuse," Richard said with a sneer and shrugged his shoulders.
Daisy paused, not knowing what to do.
Richard got up from the couch, looked at Daisy who showed an innocent expression. He walked over to the bed and lay down on his stomach.
"Are you going to sleep?" asked Daisy in astonishment.
"No," Richard answered without looking up. "You should massage me some more..stronger this time, sit on my back," he continued.
