Danny's actually going to get used to that incredibly fast. It's a heady experience, like frottage from Steve touching just his head. He doesn't know what to do with it, but he likes it. He lets his shoulders slump over in relaxation as he leans back, tipping his head back until it's resting in Steve's fingertips. "What'd you wake up wearing, huh?" he mumbles lazily. "Savvy was in some Village People thing."