"I would appreciate that, Herb. A whole lot," though whether he is being serious or not is entirely different matter. He doesn't take it as an insult either way.

With his pants on and his shirt now haphazardly buttoned wrong in every direction he's attempting to rise to his feet all over again. It was just the matter of toeing on his shoes and shrugging his coat onto his body with a flailing arm.

"Not immune. I cheat," is his vague answer. "You're entirely human. You're not." It's why he's reaching out to grab Herbert's sleeve and drag his hand down it. If Herbert allows the touch he'll find him pawing at his arm until it actually makes contact and with one long drag he touches the watery slime and not his shirt or arm. All of it just slumps to the floor in an instant and Herbert will find a dry sleeve.

Except that's just one sleeve and he might forget about the other one. "I just need to get home."