He cannot feel sadness as he is now, a fact that in this moment seems almost...regrettable. He can't answer Fever's need with feelings of his own, not in the way she deserves. He hangs his head for a moment in silence.

"If you did choose to hurt me, I wouldn't stop you," he reminds her quietly. "But you know your own needs best. You're welcome to stay here while I work." He groans, pushing himself to his feet. "But if you don't mind, I should get back to it. I only have so much time before the substance starts to harden."