Faye massages her sore shoulder after removing the heels from her leg, "Oh, it must be running earlier."
"Running for what, Fay?" Denis asked, "Want me to massage you again? While you are talking about Mia."
"Good idea," Faye replied excitedly remembering the massage he had been so amazing, "do you really want to do it? Aren't you tired?"
Denis shook his head, "Tired of what?"
"You 'fought' Elijah, remember?" Faye reminded him, "Your wound must also be covered. Who is treating you, anyway?" she asked coldly. How could the wound on the corner of his lip not be covered by a bandage?
"There are no bandages in the apartment," Denis replied.
"If you say that, let me treat it one more time," Faye suggested, and before he could answer, she continued firmly, "This isn't a question."