Mace was a well muscular man. Very bulked up with very nice pecs you can smash your face into.

As he was moving heavy things around, shirtless, his muscles flexed and veins popped woth each move. You watched him for a good while before asking: "those seem heavy, need help?" Mace thought about it for a moment, it would be faster if you just moved some stuff.

"I don't need help, but if you could grab some stuff that'd be ight." He said.

You went up to him and grabbed those perfect pecs. He stared down at you with disappointment.

"Really?"