"Fuck." He growls to himself, making slapping motions with his hand against the back of his neck and the offending area. "Nope, no, I'll get it."

An idea!

"Hey, stand back a sec, will you?"

Betelgeuse starts to shake himself out to dry, a bit feline in both behavior and sheer obnoxiousness, as flecks of purple dye start to coat the surrounding area.

"Way better. Thanks, Taura. You're great. And I don't just say that because you're hot; I needed this."