"Ten why'd 'chu do dis?" he asked.

Rosen blinked, "You're not in pain, right?" he clarified, looking around from another vial.

Long snorted a small chuckle for no apparent reason. "... Yur hair ish weird," he decided.

I'm on fire," Rosen stated, a little tease in his voice.

"Fire?" Long asked. "Ish tat why yur warm?"

Rosen chuckled, "Yep, I'm very hot."

Long blinked. "Does 't hurt chu too?" he asked.

"Huh?" Rosen asked, "Oh, my hair? No, it doesn't." He paused, "Does it really look that weird to you?"

"But chu'r on fire," Long explained.

"... I'm just so hot that fire doesn't hurt me," Rosen explained with a smirk.

"... How d'chu d'tat?" Long asked, sounding a little dumbfounded.

Rosen was having fun with this, "I was born with a hotness factor far above everyone else," he explained. He leaned in closer, "It's in my DNA," he whispered in Long's ear.

"... Ten how do I do tat?" he asked.

"I could give you a little transfusion right now if you'd like," Rosen offered gallantly.

"... Please..." Long told Rosen as his eyes got a little wet. "I dun want 't burn 'ver 'gain."

Rosen blinked, staring at Long. "Alright," he replied, sitting up and straddling Long, "Fire-power start up!" he said loudly before shaking his hair, "Converting fire-power to Long," and he leaned down, shaking his hair out in Long's face.

Long started babbling something in Chinese, but sneezed in the middle of whatever he was saying.

Rosen laughed a little, "If you really wanted to keep my fire power, I'd have to make your hair red too," he informed Long.

"Why?" Long complained. He didn't seem to want red hair.

Rosen chuckled, "That's the way to test your hotness," he explained, "Though I can check through your temperature too," he stated, bending back down and pressing his cheek to Long's.

Long slurred something in Chinese again. It sounded like a complaint of some kind.

"Yep, you're definitely heating up," Rosen declared as he pulled away again.

"I dun wan 'ta burn," Long repeated quietly.

"You won't burn," Rosen promised, "Not while I'm here to give you power-ups."

"But yur hair smells funny," Long complained.

Rosen chuckled, "I have to use a fire-repellent shampoo," he explained.

Long started laughing, eyes tearing up a little again.

"Your laugh is cute," Rosen noted, gently wiping away a tear from the corner of Long's eye.

That made Long laugh a little harder.

Rosen started chuckling again, "You're much more fun when you're relaxed," he decided.

"I dun'wan 'ta sleep," Long complained.

Rosen pinched Long's nose, "Then don't sleep, silly," he teased.

"Yur hair ish silly," Long repeated with a chuckle.

Rosen looked a little offended, "Does not," he argued.

Long just chuckled.

"Well your face is silly," Rosen countered.

Long did one of those cute snort-chuckles again. "Yur face is blurry an' you can't 'tink uh'a be'der insult."

Rosen huffed a little, "I seduce people, not insult them," he defended.

Long just laughed again.

Rosen irritation melted away as he watched Long, "When was the last time you laughed?" he asked.