“I told you it’d look cool,” she said, stroking his muscular breast.
He spread his hands in consternation. “I can’t help but feel like a glorified night light.”
“Oh, pshaw! You’ll get over it.”
“Yeah, when I die in the next battle. Might as well paint a bull’s eye on my back! And the antlers!? What were you thinking?!” He blinked. “Now I have to hide my face in shame.”
“Don’t be such a drama queen, dude!”
“They’re gonna call me Rudolph.”