"Don't do that. Smush it if you're gonna but you shouldn't play around. Besides, it looks gross." He moved forward to look at it before pulling a face and reeling back. He didn't like to hurt things, he just wanted things that hurt to not be near him. And if keeping himself safe got others hurt then that just had to happen. He had a very complicated and dependent morality.

"And don't even joke about that, Bartemius. I wouldn't be able to go outside with those kids of things lurking." Leaning back in his seat, he kept his eyes on the bee, his face scrunched up in dismay. "This has always been my issue with outdoor pursuits. Why is everything outside so... icky." For lack of better words.