James was nothing if not sincere. Well, sometimes he wasn't exactly sincere, but when it came to something like this, something that he said he would do, then he would do it. A man was only as good as his word, after all. And while it didn't matter much to him what anyone in here thought of him, this was his life for now. There was no real way around it.
The question left itself open for a lot of possibilities, and James laughed. "I need a lot of things." But that wasn't really what the other man was asking. Glancing over at the nurse, he considered it. Inappropriate touching was definitely discouraged, but there was nothing inappropriate about a simple massage, was there? Looking back over at the man beside him, he made a decision. This came in the form of a question. "How good are you with your hands?"