Gross. No, thank you. I'd rather not find out. [His expression remains and in the end he just rolls his eyes in exasperation. Somehow he has his doubts about the not-getting-a-rash declaration, but it isn't like he wants to inquire about it because just ew.]
You're making that up, and I distinctly remember seeing at least one bee. [Probably. Whatever, he wasn't going to take any chances.] We should probably get an EpiPen at the hospital or whatever while we're at it.