[This is where he'd normally offer to purify it just as a precaution, but he's still too sore and pissed about his protection attempts not working in the least, so he just laughs.]

Guess we'll have to cook on the top, then. --And to be honest, if anyone's going to take the rest, it might as well be you. At least then we'd still get good food first even if you were to get possessed and stab someone later.

[There's a little heavy edge clinging to his usual shitpunk jest, though, that indicates some of the agitation and tension he's hiding quite well otherwise.]