He's scared he enjoys it

"I think that you're scared. You're scared because you are enjoying what's happening."

"I'm not!" he protested.

"Tell me, why didn't you do anything when she started to massage lotion into your face?"

"I- I was asleep for that." he lied, but it was a plain she had seen through it.

"No, you enjoyed it. I get it, she's great at what she does. Relaxing. Soothing, right?"

He didn't say anything, but his agreement was obvious on his face.

"And do you know why you enjoyed it?" she asked, and he shook his head no, forgetting that he hadn't technically admitted to that yet.