You said you don't blush, but you're quite red in the face. [resting his fingers briefly against the younger man's cheek, first one, then the other] You don't feel as though you have a fever, though.

[Rhys has leaned in awfully close at this point, and his weird, indigo eyes crinkle up at the corners as he smiles.] Narrow dodge on a trip to the infirmary, then.