Lance’s looking at the glow in the dark body paint Skye just handed them. He’s supposed to go undercover with Ward and Bobbi in a rave party and he’s doesn’t think he want to anymore.
“The paint’s supposed to go where?” He asks again eyes wide.
"Come on, Hunter!" The bane of his existence snorts. "It’s not that bad!" Why did he marry that woman again?
"That things is not going anywhere near my private parts!" He huffs and throws the offending tube to the trash can on the corner of the room. "I’m out!"