Enjoy? No. Any routine is mechanical by this point.

[ There's a slight sadness that echoes through his monotone voice. It's not something he really wants to think or talk on, so in an oddly uncharacteristic decision, he attempts to understand Grell's claim.

He grips at those wiggling toes, not to remove her foot from his knee but to hold still while he pops the bottle back open. Soon enough he's rubbing the lotion along her foot, thumbs massaging surprisingly well. ]