Was the medium deaf? Crazy maybe? Or just careless? Maybe a combination of them all.
Without hesitation, her index finger poked right in that slimey body of the muk. Gloves? No sign of them.
"W-warm... and lethal~"
Warmth spread through her entire body, coloring her cheeks red.
For a few seconds, he questioned himself if he was in his hulking form always and not the more minimalistic one. Hearing the request, his shoulder fell forward. A sigh, maybe?
"I suppose. Though, be sure you wear gloves, just in case. Even if I'll be cautious to not poison you."