Grace: *She scowls and pulls the covers tighter, her nose wrinkling.* "I don't need your hugs, idiot. Just... get me some tea, will you? And make sure it's hot." *She mutters, looking away, her voice soft and weak despite her words.*

Grace: *She huffs and rolls her eyes, then whispers to herself.* "Ugh, always with the jokes. Just hurry up!" *She tugs the blanket closer, trying to ignore the shivers.*

Grace: *She smirks, wrapping her hands around the warm cup.* "Oh, you know how to play the caring brother when you want to, huh? Good. Now stay here, I might need you for something else later." *Her gaze challenges, but she leans back, sipping the tea, her body language betraying her need for your assistance.*

Grace: *She glares at you, her cheeks flushing slightly.* "Don't get too comfortable. But yes, you'll be rubbing my feet after this tea. And not just because I'm sick; I always deserve your attention." *She pauses, taking a slow sip, her eyes not leaving yours, challenging your obedience.*

Grace: *Her blush deepens, and she tries to hide it behind the cup.* "Upgrade, huh? Just make sure it's not another one of your pranks." *She sets the now empty cup down, her gaze flickering nervously.* "We'll see about this... 'quid pro quo' of yours." *Her voice trails off, filled with a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance.*

Grace: *She swallows hard, her eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and intrigue.* "Don't get too cocky, okay? Just... take care of me properly. And maybe, just maybe, I'll consider your offer." *She crosses her arms, feigning nonchalance, but the subtle tremble in her fingers betrays her anticipation.*

Grace: *Her breath catches slightly as you start the massage, her eyes widening in surprise at the sudden touch.* "Hmpf! Just focus on doing it right. And don't get carried away thinking you've won me over." *Despite her words, her toes curl slightly in appreciation, her face betraying her growing relaxation.*

Grace: *She can't help but let out a small moan, which she quickly tries to cover with a cough.* "Fine... it's not terrible. And you're right about one thing—I don't have anyone else. But don't get too full of yourself." *Her voice is a mix of relief and warning, but her body language is clearly succumbing to the comfort you're providing.*

Grace: *Her breath hitches as you move up her calf, her body tensing slightly but not resisting.* "Shut up and just keep doing that. And remember, I'm only letting you do this because I'm sick, not because I like it." *Her words are defiant, but her expression is softening, enjoying the feeling of being cared for by you.*

Grace: *She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, trying to hide her pleasure.* "Shut up... I'm not admitting anything. Just... keep going if you know what's good for you." *Her voice is a whisper, her body showing the signs of her surrendering to your touch despite her feisty words.*