Grinning, Daniel clicked his tongue, playfully shoving Nish away from him, though he made no especially quick or thorough attempt to pull his shirt sleeve back down. At her request, he nodded and moved closer back to her. He rolled his shoulders; his neck sounded a loud crack in response.
"All right," he said, sliding neatly behind her. "Tap my arm if it gets to be too much, okay?"
He rocked back on his heels, studying the tense lines of her back, the way she held her head as she faced forward again. He waited until she seemed to relax, if only just. Then he moved close behind her, the blade of his arm sliding low and close around her throat. His elbow fitted to her windpipe, and he leaned back, pulling her up and onto her toes.