He knew he was still the least favored among the six men surrounding her, and if he wanted to change that, he needed to stand out. Serving her like this—tending to her needs with care and devotion—was his best chance to shift her perception of him and improve his standing in her eyes.
After brushing Rafael away, Dave focused entirely on massaging Hera's feet, though his movements were slightly clumsy as he pressed into her delicate soles.
"Sweetheart, let me know if it hurts or if the pressure is too much, okay? I'll adjust it for you," he said, his voice turning softer, almost sweet. His eyes took on an endearing, doe-like quality—much like a husky begging for affection, tongue playfully lolling out.
Hera chuckled at his expression and nodded, amused by his eagerness. However, before Dave could bask in the moment, Leo approached with refreshments in hand, while Luke followed closely behind, carrying a plate of neatly sliced fruits.
