Convenient, that Zelnick was already cupping chin-in-hands; it took only a slight movement of his fingers to change that to "bury face in hands and combust from the heat in your cheeks." "I really wish he wouldn't do that," he bemoaned into his hands, though his shoulders shook with quiet laughter. "It makes bodies wonder about it." He dropped his hands and flashed an embarrassed grin at Xigbar. "I can't do much about my personal over-affectionate stalker, though."

That same grin was also his his reply to Xigbar saying the lack of pitchfork-y-ness meant a lot, though it was a bit more bashful than embarrassed.

He took in the hint, thought it over for a moment, then asked, "Is the unique reason why... the same reason someone would come after you with pitchforks and torches waving?"