"You say that, but not everyone does, or can, and I wouldn't begrudge you either way." The heat of York's breath on his neck pulls an odd prickling feeling down his spine that he realizes is a shiver but he doesn't react otherwise, just settling a brief hand at York's nape.

"Good," he says, and he sounds like he means it. "We don't have to head back right away, though. Up to you, but I'm not in a rush."