QUOTE : We were kissing and everything was going really well in my opinion, and then he put a hand on the side of my breast mostly by accident and panicked and jerked back from me and babbled, "I've got, it's, uh, I didn't, you have, we," incoherently, and nearly walked himself backwards right onto the corpse of the very real drencher he'd killed in our first run, which was still sopping wet and perfectly capable of dissolving the flesh off his feet and legs if he touched it on his own. I had to jump after him and drag him to one side, and he didn't even notice why, he just pulled free of me and fled, leaving me standing alone in front of the doors.