[ The grunt he makes is mostly for show, and really more a product of surprise more than anything. He'd had his eyes closed, didn't see it coming.

Please don't remind him he's susceptible to cavities now. He doesn't need that stress while there are monsters on their doorstep.

He's gonna have to buy a water pick. ]

Think we have to be married for that.

[ He says, cracking one eye open to spot the nearest carton of water. He snaps it open. ]

Hope you're ready for a committed domestic partnership. We're goin' an awful long way for your molars.

[ It's followed by slugging down a few swallows, and then he copies Steve's fantastic plan, slipping properly to the floor and throwing his right arm over his eyes to block out the LEDs. ]