"Nah. Shoop is superior in every single way," Dirk argues steadily. It was about the beat. He takes it as a good sign that she doesn't seem insulted by the music and keeps it going. It made enough sense. One time Jake had insisted on giving him a shoulder massage for the hell of it, and Dirk had reluctantly agreed. He still can't get over how much better he felt after. How was anyone supposed to know if they never got fixed just how bad their bodies had gotten?

"I'm good," he responds instantly, smoothly. "I know I'm literally inside of you, but this is as far as we're going, girlie." He's only ribbing her. He snorts at her question, popping out an especially dirty cog. "Though consider yourself lucky. This is the most thoroughly I've ever touched a chick before."

"Sweet," he says, pleased with himself. He liked to do things correctly. "Looks like it. You might be ancient, but I guess your body isn't."

He removes the first "organ" of sorts and gets to work on carefully cleaning it. This was actually soothing for him. It gave him something to do with his hands, his attention. He could get used to this. "We should try to do this at least once a month. Keep you polished up."