That's a fair complaint, he thinks. Getting him to rub her shoulders will be easy, if she can manage to communicate it; or at least, if she can wriggle her way into the right position to make him think it's his idea to offer.

"You kinda get used to it," he murmurs. Kind of. Not entirely. Part of him is always going to be waiting for the other proverbial shoe to smack them the second they forget it's due.

Some things seem pretty solid, though. Present company most definitely included. Whatever this is they've got going is new enough to be a little undefined, but he trusts it.

"Smells better, at least, even with the fish," he jokes.