"Metal." Piotr nodded, though with her understanding of it as it was he didn't feel as if he needed to explain more about it now. She got the basic gist, and if it came down to it he could discuss it more later. Talking about his abilities made it more likely that they would end up talking more about the rally, which he didn't feel would follow through with the nice relaxing afternoon they'd made for themselves so far. Weren't they supposed to be doing something? Oh well.
He laughed, licking some stray chocolate off of his finger before breaking into his orange again. "That's not what I meant. I've just built up a tolerance to foreign cooties. Your attempts at germ warfare are futile." He said the latter with theatrical, superhero confidence, though the mood was sullied by his inability to control his amusement toward the end of it, breaking out into his grin once more. "There's no stamp, I promise. And the chocolate is delicious with or without the added infection of your girl-spit."
The words "cooties" and "girl germs" were pretty ridiculous seeming, especially coming from him, and he could barely continue the discussion without his laughter getting in the way. It seemed to be an ongoing thing, so much that his cheeks were starting to ache from all the grinning he was doing. He reasoned that he wasn't immature enough sometimes. Either way, he definitely wasn't acting as if either of those things were a serious issue to him. "At any rate, I ingested your half-eaten orange piece earlier and I haven't sprouted any extra limbs, so I think I'm safe."