He tilts his head to the side then nods. "Maybe you're right and I was scarred by horrible party drinks." Gale had never actually considered it before, but then again, she makes him think about a lot of things he never considered before. "They're much worse coming up than going down."

Once she's already booped him, he swats at her hand. She's joking, she's joking, she's joking. He sets mage hands to clearing their dishes and stands. "If you're done eating, I suppose now's as good a time as any for you to, ah, perform your examination." Oh no. He'd meant to change directions, distract himself, but hadn't considered how embarrassing the prospect of taking his shirt off would be, and now he can't unsay it.