Carmy kisses her again while he thinks about that — which is a stupid move, because he can't really think too great when they're kissing, brain becoming a pleasant white static of soft lips and hot mouth.

"No," he manages at some point, up against her mouth, and this is falling back into familiar territory — instead of a terrifying crush and wanting to make her laugh and shit it's just. Casual sex. He doesn't do that a lot, but he does it enough that it isn't a big deal. The weird thing is gonna be talking to her again after.

"Wait, yes," he says drawing back a little suddenly, all hazy, "No, I mean, kind of? I don't think this paint is safe to like... eat." Mostly thought of because he was about to get his mouth on her neck and it's still all pink and orange.