He's aware of Taylor's wounded self-image. Every now and then it lifts his head, which is ridiculous. They both bear their share of scars, and it's never been a deterrent to either of them. But if this is a point of validation he requires--

Both hands lift to cup his cheeks, at this point, and he fixes York with the most solemn, serious stare he can manage.

"You. Are a constant test of my resolve."