"Bloody blasted day." Ghost sighed under his breath, plopping onto the couch in exhaustion.

"Luv, mind doin' a favour?" he asked, rolling his shoulders, his back terribly stiff, a feature of his age.

"Mind rubbin' one out for me?" he asked, clearly requesting a brief massage, but the sudden shift in your face suggested that you thought he meant something else entirely. You dirty minded thing.

"Wot?" Ghost asked, noticing the shift in your demeanor, almost innocently.