[ Jared can handle some burning. He’s made of much sterner stuff than his bodybuilders after all. The very BEST bones, the finest cuts of meat. Jared is not a snack, he is an entire god damn feast.

But that wax… ugh. Jared draws back with a truly disgusted noise. (He continues to burn catabolically, but - perhaps to his regret later - he ignores it for now. ]

“Now that’s not playin’ fair. I was promised good an’ toasty bones, not this mess.”

[ He turns towards where the mist is gathering near the doorway. ]

“Where’s the ice one?”