Darius shook his head, frowning slightly. "Alright." He was tempted to add on something about how it was Drake's choice to embrace masochism, but decided that perhaps the comment could be saved for another time.
"On three." He shifted, moving to hold the proper points for popping the dislocated shoulder back into place. "One," He glanced up at Drake's face, "Two," And then pushed appropriately, attempting to catch Drake off guard so that the other man wouldn't tense up as much, making it harder to do.
Letting go, Darius stepped back and grabbed a simple cloth sling from a nearby table and offered it towards Drake. "It'd be best to allow the joint to rest a bit."