There's a faintly pinched look between his eyes that speaks to how very hard it is for him to not rant about how ridiculously unsanitary that is. But he's trying.
He really is trying.

It still doesn't turn off.

But he can at least, sometimes, hit the mute button.

"Say 'use baser desire to get what I want out of tonight', and you're closer." He admits readily, offering a hand (and a shoulder, and a carry if necessary). "Pardon the phrasing, but you look done in, darlin'."