Nope.

[She splays her fingers wide apart, spreading a slow, kneading rub that moves up the middle of Arachne's back.]

You were just starting to relax and got interrupted. So that's time I need to make up for, as an apology for the inconvenience. Plus a few bonus minutes since the interruption happened at all.

[She pulls back before choosing a small vial of unscented oil, working a few drops into her hands and rubbing briskly together.]

It's just good customer service, don't worry about it.