Of course you didn't get much better than Delic, Psyche, don't even try to pull that. You'd wound him so.

His next movement has him moving around to Izaya's front and settling just before his head. He's careful not to get close enough for Izaya to hurt him, exposed as he is, but it is enough for him to lean forward and press both hands on the informant's shoulders and rub his thumbs into them soothingly.

"Damn, you are pretty tense, Iza-chan." He shares a knowing look with Psyche and makes a gesture for the brunet to peel Izaya's shirt off. Leaning back just a bit, he circles both hands under Izaya's chin and lifts up, both granting Psyche room to disrobe him and also giving him a chance to see Izaya's expression.