Waver groans appreciatively as Iskandar's fingers travel down from his scalp and begin to work into his neck and shoulders. Oh. Oh that's very nice.

"Mmmmmm. Alright, more than a bit. Point still stands."

Even if by this point, Waver's tone is anything but miffed. The danger is, of course, he won't protest if Iskandar decides to take it farther. The danger also is that he might enjoy the attention a little too much and forget where he is himself. Not as likely after the incident earlier, but still very possible as Iskandar works out all the tension. Waver sighs, pleased, as one stubborn knot is worked out.

"Keep that up and I might just melt to the floor."