[Martin doesn't resist the hand being slung over his shoulders but he visibly cringes a little as Nero pulls him in, hands coming inwards to awkwardly hover over his chest. He will never really appreciate how touchy Nero is and he's well aware this way is him getting off lightly.

And probably Nero lightly getting off.

Still, Nero gets to enjoy a solid few seconds of blank incomprehension on Martin's face - until he abruptly burns entirely crimson.]

Oh my God!! [He's suddenly sputtering wildly as he all but throws Nero's arm off his shoulder.] This isn't a-a-- i-it's not a sex thing, it-- l-literally, you can change the place around, i-i-it's supposed to be weird like that- like a-- a dream or something!!