After being being weirdly numb to the rest of it, it is somehow Luce appearing in his face that almost makes him scream. It's a sudden, violent compulsion that he somehow manages to swallow before it happens, but it's like a whole night's worth of tension wants to come out all at once.

...In the form of something that isn't pee, anyway. Wah wah wahhh. Heh. This is terrible.

"Whoa there, lady," he says, with a tense laugh. "It's cool, really. I'm mellow with the yellow at the moment, I mean, it's not like I have any spare shorts."

God, why does he keep talking? Oh right, because this is the only way he knows how to handle stress. He just...really doesn't need a fellow artist attempting to wipe his pee pee or whatever is happening here.