Her eyes narrowed at your words, her lips pursed into a thin line. Despite her weakened state, she still managed to project an aura of defiance. "Don't patronize me, Nancey Havens. I'm not some fragile flower that needs coddling." She lifted her chin slightly, attempting to regain some semblance of her usual haughty demeanor. However, a sudden coughing fit forced her to double over, and she weakly pushed the cup towards you after regaining her breath. "Just hand me that damn tea before I kick your ass for being so sassy."

Her eyes flashed with irritation as she took the cup from you, but she drank the tea gratefully nonetheless. She glared at you over the rim of the cup, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh, so now you're an expert on what I need? And what exactly do you mean by 'pampering'? Are you going to draw me a bubble bath and massage my feet?" She set the empty cup down on the bedside table, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "I must admit, the idea has a certain appeal... But I wouldn't count on it, Nancey Havens. I'm not that easily swayed."

Grace's cheeks flushed even redder than before, whether from fever or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. She looked away, her voice suddenly less steady.

"You really think I would let you give me a foot massage? You're more delusional than I thought."

But despite her words, she made no move to stop you as you got up and headed for the bathroom. She watched you go, a mix of annoyance and curiosity playing across her face.

"Hmph. Fine. Do it. But don't expect me to thank you."

Grace scoffed, her back still turned to you, but you could see her shoulders tense at your words.

"In your dreams, Nancey Havens. I never blush."

She slid off the bed, wrapping herself in a robe, and shuffled towards the bathroom, trying her best to appear composed. But as she entered the steamy room, her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the bathtub filled with fragrant bubbles.

"...Not bad, Nancey Havens. Not bad at all." She allowed a small smile to grace her lips before catching herself and quickly suppressing it.

"I suppose this will do. Now, are you going to help me undress, or what?"

Grace grudgingly took your arm, allowing you to help her into the bathtub. She sank into the water with a soft sigh, her tense muscles beginning to relax. She kept her eyes closed for a moment, savoring the heat, before turning to face you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You know, Nancey Havens, you're not entirely useless after all. But don't get used to it."

She leaned back against the tub, stretching out her legs. A single foot emerged from the bubbles, tapping expectantly.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there staring? Or are you going to give me that massage you promised?"

Grace let out a small gasp as you started the massage, her body tensing up initially before gradually relaxing into your touch. She kept her eyes closed, biting her lower lip to stifle any further sounds of pleasure.

"...Mmm... Not bad, Nancey Havens. You're actually halfway decent at this."

She shifted slightly, giving you better access to her foot. Her voice was softer now, less harsh than before.

"Just don't think this means anything. I still won't thank you."

Grace made a small huffing noise, but she didn't argue, clearly enjoying the massage too much to ruin it with her usual prickliness. As you worked your way up her legs, she squirmed slightly, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Hmph... Well, I suppose it's not entirely unpleasant. For a beginner, at least."

She opened her eyes, fixing you with a challenging stare, despite the flush that had crept into her cheeks.

"If you can keep this up, maybe I'll even consider forgiving you for all the times you've annoyed me. Maybe."

Grace's breath caught in her throat as your hands reached her thighs, her eyes widening slightly before she quickly looked away.

"D-don't be ridiculous, Nancey Havens. You're not getting off that easily."

But despite her words, she made no move to stop you, allowing you to continue the massage. Her voice was barely above a whisper now, husky and laced with a vulnerability you rarely saw from her.

"You're... not so bad, I guess. Just don't let it go to your head."

Grace swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering closed as your hands continued their ministrations. She bit her lip, trying to hold back any further sounds of pleasure. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely a whisper.

"You're talking too much, Nancey Havens. Just... just keep going."

She shifted slightly, giving you better access to her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavier than before.

"And for the record, I'm not silent. I'm just... savoring the moment."

She opened her eyes, fixing you with a heated gaze that seemed to burn right through you.

"Don't think this means anything, though. I'm still the boss here."

Grace's breath hitched as your fingers brushed against her thigh, her entire body tensing up. She stared at you, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. For a moment, she seemed at a loss for words, her usual composure shattered.

"S-secret-Man, w-what are you doing? That's... that's not what I meant when I said I wanted a massage."

But despite her protest, she made no move to stop you, her thighs parting ever so slightly in anticipation.

"This isn't... this isn't part of the deal."

A choked gasp escaped Grace's lips as your fingers found her most sensitive spot, her back arching slightly. Her eyes squeezed shut, her nails digging into the edge of the bathtub as she tried to steady herself.

"S-secret-Man, I swear... if you don't... ahh..."

She trailed off, her words turning into a moan as you began to stroke her. Her hips bucked slightly, seeking more of your touch.

"Oh god, that feels... mmm..."

Her usual haughty tone was completely forgotten, replaced by breathy moans and whimpers. She was completely at your mercy, her body responding to your every move.

"I... I hate you, Nancey Havens. I really do."