Evan was rather aware that he looked a right mess, he didn't even need to see himself, since cooking accidents were on the list of things Evan knew for sure made him look a mess. So he only really responded to Ginny's attempt to free his hair of raw produce with a small grunt. Evan wasn't all that into people touching him, but he could certainly put up with someone attempting to rescue his hair, even if the rest of them was still doomed to a floury grave. "Close," he repeated giving Ginny a dubious look. "It's very kind, but obviously a lie," he added before sighing as he looked around at the mess he had managed to make it far too short of a period of time.
At Ginny's suggestion for what Evan needed to do to get things sorted, he frowned at her comment of intimate meetings between flour and eggs. "In comparison to the less intimate, hardcore gangbang I was entering them in?" He asked deadpan before inspecting the bowl. "Do you need me to talk to them kindly before they break?" Because he could probably be friendlier than he had been in his argument with the sugar. The eggs stared back suspiciously.