[Namur flicks a stray tendril. It stings like shit but at least he took it on his finger rather than his face.]

No offense dude, but if yer busy huggin' someone else, means y' ain't huggin' me, an' I'm hella down for that.

[Especially right now, since patches of his skin have gone numb from his earlier dive into glory. He'll just have to trust his body to respond even if he can't feel it.

The snake weaves closer, but it's hard to say if it's minding its own business or getting nosy. Either way, Namur doesn't care. He jets forward and crashes headfirst into its belly, causing it to convulse and coil up, stunned.]

Take it 'way, loverboy!