No kisses for you then. I'll just have to save myself for all the dead people we come across, get into some necrophilia. [Not that he's implying he's never done anything of that nature with anybody or anything like that.

Steven tries to hurry through his food, realising Marc is done with his happy meal and is waiting on him for drinks. He actually quite likes the idea of a spa day with Marc. What's wrong with a little bit of post-mortem pampering? But since Marc is so against the idea of relaxing and trying to enjoy himself, Steven might have to make a new friend who would be willing to accompany him.]

I'm almost done. [Steven drags Marc's plate back in front of him.] Finish your chips or go steal a butter knife to protect us with. You watching me eat makes me nervous.