You can't be so careless when you're dealing with something so close to perfection! Imagine what would have happened if you cut my beautiful face, hmm?

[Tragedy, certainly. He adds more weight to his lean up until they reach their little camp and he's slipping away, fingers trailing off in a way that shows how little he minds physical contact. It's only odd when he's not the one initiating it.

Now he's stretching, stepping closer to the fire and giving a glance down at his soaked clothing.]

I'm totally drenched thanks to you.