Anders rolled onto his side and leaned over to sniff again, only in his mostly-asleep state it translated into a graceless slump that ended with his face half-buried in Bel's shoulder. "Dude, you do. Not allergic, my ass, you keep frakking scratching."

You'd think he ought to be, oh, moving away in light of that. But pssht, that was logic for the awake.