His back would arch a bit, his fingers feeling like magic against his spine. “Mmm, wow, how did you get so nimble with those hands of yours?” The last he checked, the other focused on guns.

“Hey - keeping those guns clean and in working order requires a lot of detail work. Can you imagine how Tess would’ve reacted if I didn’t learn to take care of ‘em?” He grinned, moving to Daxter’s lower back.
