[His hands linger in the air for a minute or so. Any other time, he would have recoiled. He should have, right now. Yet, the shared momentary warmth, tiny as it was?

It's not bad. Good, even.

...her smile's pretty nice too. Shoot, even under the spell, he's still feeling some small itch to murder. But, at the same time, he can't! Not when sticking nearby alright!! Ah geez, what to do, what to even say that keeps the truth, yet doesn't scare her away...!]

No problem! Ya owe me one later.

[There! Surely that kind of wording is not gonna fuck him over once Love is done with her schtick. except it's zack, so it probably will

He shifts his position a bit, both to examine the jar and make a smaller gap between them.]

Ehh, it should be fine. The red looks more brighter than bloody organs. They'd be looking like one hell of a nasty brown shit if it were.