[ Rough as he looks, he's pretty adjusted. Give him that much. ]

I'm fine. [ He insists. ] I got messed up on the first round of fog goofiness, remember? The Fog Lady wasn't going to let me off that easily. She's a bitch.

[ What's happening to his lips is the same thing that happened to the inside of his mouth. He's burned them up enough by now that they are just healing with the color of his venom like a dye. He can pull off a black lip. There's no reason to complain. ]

She is making sure it is going to be as agonizing as possible in little, tiny ways. It's a game of whether I can keep up with it or not. [ A beat... ] There is no point in fussing.