"In larger doses. A little mist here or there? Why, it's no problem at all."

What's left clinging to him now stings, but it's hardly anything more than a light prickling sensation crawling along where it catches him— though he imagines he much look a touch ridiculous, faintly flush with color from lingering burns.

"But that won't get anyone clean now, will it? Certainly not after this morning."

And then, with a faint chuckle:

"Not all the benefits of living in your world wanted to stick around for me here, apparently."