He can work with that. He knows buttons like Murdock knows aircraft... intimately.

"Sure... but you're my co-pilot, okay?" He shifts his weight onto one knee, feeling the ache of a bruise just under the skin as he gracefully swings himself astride his friend's lap - pressing their foreheads together, and then gradually their bodies until Murdock's on his back - fully under him.

"Don't hold back."