[ Amos frowns that this is a thing now. That Daryl is attaching himself to him now, apparently; ordering him. (That he's right. There's no rebuttal for in case there's more of them. Amos has a pretty high opinion of himself when it comes to fights, and deservedly so, but three against one with whatever is going on here could've easily resulted in getting his ass kicked, especially with the ease Daryl handled them with. Doesn't know if he even has that much in him.)

He takes the rub, letting his body sway with the movement. God, that's weird. He's never been this physically close to a person like this and doesn't really think he has a choice in the matter. Really gonna have to think this through, if this is a permanent thing now. And if Daryl doesn't know what's going on either, it might be. ]

Yeah, okay.

[ Amos gives him blanket acceptance. Even if he could argue the point he's pretty sure he'd lose it right away. He keeps his arms at his sides, though. Doesn't want to encourage this any more than it's already going on.

His voice turns a little more lively, genuinely curious rather than resigned, when he finds he's got a followup. ] You always that good at taking fuckers like that down? Not that I'm doubting you. Just don't know if I could be that efficient myself.