His fingers are red, but not bleeding, and it doesn't look like he's going to get blisters either; it seems like he pulled his hand away in time.
"Ah -- Professor." He gently corrects her when he realizes she's addressing him; while he technically does have a PhD, he thinks of medical doctors when hears the word, and doesn't want to cause any confusion.
"Something like that might work, but if we cool it down, it might stop glowing, too." He'd still be interested in studying it, of course, but it loses a lot of the romance without its glow. And where would they get cold water, anyway?
He pats around his pockets with his uninjured hand, coming up with a length of cloth -- a scrap of towel or the like. But he looks to her first:
"Did you have something in mind?" Does she have ice powers or something?
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"Ah -- Professor." He gently corrects her when he realizes she's addressing him; while he technically does have a PhD, he thinks of medical doctors when hears the word, and doesn't want to cause any confusion.
"Something like that might work, but if we cool it down, it might stop glowing, too." He'd still be interested in studying it, of course, but it loses a lot of the romance without its glow. And where would they get cold water, anyway?
He pats around his pockets with his uninjured hand, coming up with a length of cloth -- a scrap of towel or the like. But he looks to her first:
"Did you have something in mind?" Does she have ice powers or something?