He's still wary and curiously aroused at the thought of a surprise sock-job.

But, the moment passes and the butterflies in his belly are written off as indigestion just as easily as Murdock's closeness is written off for typical disregard for personal space like when he sits in BA's lap.

Slowly, completely on it's own accord, his arm finds it's way down across Murdock's broad shoulders and opens him up to moving even closer.