Okay. I'll sit in your lap, kinda. Between the knees.

[For a back massage. He situates himself properly in this case.]

I'll bet you look great too. Take yours off if you wanna. You're gonna get to touch me all you want either way. Do you need like oil and lotion or whatever?

[Freddy's smirking silly-like on the inside, because this is just too good to be true.]