[Mercy would be nice, but mercy he does not expect when she's smiling like that. Lenka knows when to throw in the towel, and there's nothing he can do once she gets close enough -- besides, through a herculean effort, freeze in place and hold as still as he can. At the last minute before she pours, he squeezes his eyes shut.
... Only to open one again at the bizarre sensation that the liquid produces. Because it's not painful, but it's so hot that it almost conversely seems cold instead where its motion disturbs the air. It really is a close shave.
Speaking of shaves, he's free now, and falls on his butt in the bargain. Who knows what happened to his hair at this point. He reaches a hand halfway up to wipe at it before thinking better of it.]
... That's a strange way to counter the caravan. [he's not sure if the liquid is magic or what?! but, still, she did help so somewhat reluctantly:] But thanks. I think.
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... Only to open one again at the bizarre sensation that the liquid produces. Because it's not painful, but it's so hot that it almost conversely seems cold instead where its motion disturbs the air. It really is a close shave.
Speaking of shaves, he's free now, and falls on his butt in the bargain. Who knows what happened to his hair at this point. He reaches a hand halfway up to wipe at it before thinking better of it.]
... That's a strange way to counter the caravan. [he's not sure if the liquid is magic or what?! but, still, she did help so somewhat reluctantly:] But thanks. I think.