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.