[Sync straightens as something with flaming red hair comes running straight at him. He has the decency to look surprised and then he's being coddled, manhandled, whatever the fuck you want to call it. He tries to push Ember away-- not violently, but reflexively, and then the complaining starts.]
Stop, stop, stop! Ember. Stop trying to take my clothes off.
ember nooo
Stop, stop, stop! Ember. Stop trying to take my clothes off.