"...Can we take that, though?"

That's a stalling technique, because he doesn't want to be the one to touch it. But that's stupid. Nothing's jumped out at them yet. He takes a deep breath, checking behind him to make sure she's still looking. "If I go, make them retroactively make me prom king." He intones, and then leans forward to scratch off that patch of darkness, fully anticipating going up in flames right then.