Ches: I know what your body is doing. Besides, I always think you're hot. Raccoon scratches and all.
(can you guess what those are? hm??)
Me: My body is pretty much going to be deformed for the rest of my life now. I'm going to have to learn to be okay with it. What would you do if the raccoon had attacked my face?
Ches: I'd kiss the crap out of it.