"I'm not sure I'd give a very good massage," Declan mused aloud, looking down at his hands briefly. Knowing pressure points was really something he'd learned in combat training, not caretaking. Really he was worried he'd done something wrong on the feet and was immensely relieved that his chance taken proved effective. Still, he was willing to help if he could.

Of course he didn't even have a whisper of a thought in his head that Aoba might ask for something inappropriate or intimate.

"What do you need me to do? It's a headache, right? Feet usually help with that, but I might not have done a very good job. Do you need me to rub your temples?" the Titan asked, offering as much as questioning. He shifted his position, clothing hissing and creaking in protest the way fabric stretched too tightly often did.

"Just tell me what you need."