He winces. Then with the new suggestion, nods. He can't believe he's agreeing to this. But there's no choice.

It hadn't even occurred that the other man's hands lacked steadiness. Not until it's pointed out. He shakes his head, placing the list back down with his own.

"It's okay," He lies. "On the back is fine. Call me a liar or a thief." He slips off the jacket of his charro suit, leaving it to drop on the floor. It was a favorite, a precious thing once, but it's hard to appreciate anything in a place like this. He slips off the bow scarf and starts on buttons.

"Would you prefer the shoulder or the back? How do you usually sleep?" His voice wavers.