It's relaxing. Absorbing. He can feel parts of himself unwind rather than tense up, which, he thinks, might be his more natural response. Not always like a flinch. Sometimes, it's to go as still as possible, so as not to discourage/encourage. Sometimes it's the slow winding up of something pleasant. This is how it is, under someone else's hands.

Not Daniel's, not always. Here, he can relax. He has to. No ability to wind through his brain, to monitor very much at all except for what he can observe the usual way.

Draws his focus up at this. Expression opening, amused. "How am I like a plant," Armand invites. There are a lot of plants with many different temperaments. Maybe he will teach Daniel this. But, for now—