[oh, he still has some inside him. Darc blushes very, very brightly, and laughs, a little giddy. A little panic dissolves out. He reaches up with his hand to touch Shiro's cheek, rubbing his thumb on a bite he left on his throat.]

Nothing should be stuck, that is, just-- squeeze. However you usually...

[he trails off, gazing at him, still flush but the soft look Shiro gives him takes the edge off. Shiro looks pleased, despite the quip.]

... I would offer to fish it out, but you're - - probably sore for that.