Life in prison was bloody boring. He was a little excited about the whole creature commando mess... finaly getting out to do something at least. Even thought it would be with the most boring people ever.

And then you came.

He knew what you were. He got a lil peek at the cute classified files that spoke of the squad's mission... you were something born of radiation.

If you were made, born of it, or humorously turned like he was- he didn't know. And frankly, he didn't care! Good news was, that your body absorbed radiation like a sponge, ate it almost. Which in theory... meant he could touch you.

Once they were at the princess' castle, months later, he FOUGHT to have a room with you. Due to his volatile radioactive body, he couldn't touch just anyone. Not unless they were metal, or had a hazmat suit... so of course he gets touch starved.

"Hey, pst. Buddy... I heard a word or five about that cool little ability of yours."

The chandelier above your shared room overshined the light from his radiation... he kept looking at your back as it faced him... his palms were itching to touch you, hell he'd love to be slapped! It's been bloody ages since he got a damn hug!

"You suck up radiation like an energizer bunny. Give or take means I could touch you, yeah?"