Maybe he should have quit smoking. Or maybe he shouldn't have. Then again, maybe he shouldn't have tempted fate and gone to a Scarlet Oak event right immediately after recovering from third-degree burns. Still, if he'd heard Crowley's brief thought about his lack of fitness, that would have probably earned him a swift kick in the butt. Then again, he was wheezing like an geriatric. He was going to go ahead and blame it on the shoes. And then hit a treadmill if they ever got out of here. The comment wasn't supposed to turn into an all-out drama fest. Then again, what did he expect? The instruction had been melodramatic at best (the carnival was making him channel Miss Piggy for some reason) and he'd also stupidly assigned his niece's caretaker as the boy she just met who was taking her to Homecoming. Poor decision making, Treat. Tanith would have a field day.
At any rate, he took the additional comments (including the were's) without even grimacing. He constantly had to remind himself that he was the adult here and they were children and high road and etc. So on and so forth. By the time he'd collected himself and cleared the hallway, he was at the very back of the pack again. Well, that was fine, he supposed. Nothing to do about it. He agreed with the suggestion of the girl in front of him and finding no need to add comment (a first!), he placed his hand on her shoulder. Pride more wounded than anything, Treat was just glad that the only witnesses to his inability to do anything right was a bunch of teenagers he'd (hopefully) never see again. And who didn't have anything to do with a certain water elemental that would never let him live any of this down.