[Maybe it's proof that he gets up to some vile things, but his brain didn't immediately peg Kissing After a Near Death Experience Regardless of Grime would be so abhorrent. He's accommodating at first, anyway -- even egging on some passion until it's abruptly (in his opinion) cut off.

He isn't frowning, though he's not amused.]

I wasn't rolling in anything unsavory. I may decide against sharing my bed with you after all.

[Instead of physically hurling him across the room, he opts to ruffle his hair. Fingertips cascading up against the shaved part of his head first, then mussing it somewhere in the middle.]

You stomached watching Diva massacre your peers but you're still complaining about the little things. [He'll give that same spot a tug for emphasis.] It's fortunate that this is the worst shape you'll see me in.