It makes Wash laugh and that in turn makes him relax against York so he can just savour whats being done to him instead of holding himself like he's ready to be attacked at any moment. "Wow, so modest there."

He slides his arms around York, splaying fingers against his back and rubbing lightly, getting adjusted to the feeling of skin beneath his fingers, and tilts his head to give York better access to his neck. "Just us."