"Fine, I won't burn away my features," he grumbles, like that's an actual hardship instead of really good advice, but right now, he still tastes funny. "Let's go get some mint soap and whatever I can use to rinse out of my mouth. It feels woodlandy," he complains, as if that's actually a thing that can happen despite him not even eating anything.

"Trust me, the last thing you need right now is me kissing you. This is not a good time for romance," he gripes.