"All right," Ratchet says, relaxing a little. "And, no, of course you wouldn't be--"

The penny drops, though, as he finally wraps his head around exactly what York is suggesting and he feels heat climb up his throat and into his cheeks. "Oh," he says, stupidly, before he clears his throat, rubbing at the back of his own neck. "No--no, you wouldn't be taking advantage."