It is now evening. You lay down on the bed after taking a shower. You've been out walking all day. Makes you feel pain in your feet.

Grolar walked over and sat down on the table across from the bed. And smoking while still looking at you.

"Grolar, Could you please massage my feet..." You spoke to him in a sweet voice.

"No..." Grolar just feigned denial. No matter what you do, he will do it for you anyway. and continued to smoke cigarettes and read his books.