Matt raised an eyebrow, and for a moment the sheer discomfort of his surroundings was forgotten amid the amusement of Frank's offer. "You wanna rub me down Frank?" Matt asked, his tone a little bit of a dare. He shook his head, his smile growing slightly "I never realised you were so sweet. I think I'll be ok."
The offer was tempting though. A massage wouldn't go amiss. He'd had a few, but the habit of most people to use obscenely scented oils and three or four sticks of incense at one time made it pretty much impossible for Matt to get close to a spa without getting a nose bleed. Another indulgence he'd have to live without.
He snapped back to reality at the mention of Daredevil. He stiffened for a second, anticipating Frank to reveal that he had recognised him somehow, but the other man kept talking and Matt relaxed a little. "Yeah. Daredevil. His methods don't involve military grade hardware though," Matt pointed out, trying to sound as disinterested as possible so he could gauge Frank's feelings about his alter-ego. "He makes sure the criminals get to the police to face justice."