"If you do something that bothers me, you're not going to hear the end of it for a month," Spinister grumbles back as he tilts his head in order to make it easier for Tarn to reach the mechanisms around his neck.

He probably had ruder things to say to Tarn, but the scrubbing makes his optics slowly dim. The rag hangs listlessly in his hand after a minute and Spin looks like he might just fall asleep.

This was... kind of nice.

He kind of missed this.