Ducati

Dex fidgeted slightly; his train of thought was running on two separate tracks. The first was that a shoulder rub from Quicksilver wasn't something that anyone would want to turn down. Her deft fingers seemed unnaturally adept at finding knots in his muscles. The second train was running a bit faster than the first and threatened derailment. He wasn't good with people; his overwhelming social talent consisted of an ungodly ability to say the most awkward things.

Darsi kneaded the muscles, noting that the tall string-bean-looking hacker had a pretty solid muscle build. "The boys are pushing you too hard. Don't worry; I'll make sure you are compensated."