"Yeah? Well it's been a long time since I've done this for anyone, so we're even. Just try to relax." Which he knows is easier said than done, especially for someone like Ratchet. He just keeps up a gentle pressure as he works, kneading his way up Ratchet's back methodically. All by touch, fingertips skimming over his ribs to smooth his shirt down before returning to the tense muscles on either side of his spine -- as promised, York's eyes are closed.