Warning: Gore-ish?
"Daniel! Stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"You know exactly what I'm referring to!"
In the middle of prodding the tips of his fingers to a small flesh wound on his thigh, still leaking ectoplasm, Daniel looked up at Vlad.
"Wait… this?" He stuck his finger right into the flesh, feeling little more than a sizzle of discomfort. It was already beginning to heal.
"Yes — that!" Vlad very nearly screeched.
Staring directly at Vlad, Danny slowly pressed the tip of his finger further and further into the wound, until Vlad's face had gone a deep, horrified magenta.
"Th— that's disgusting! Not to mention unhygienic!" Turning away (and nearly tripping over in the process), Vlad made a hasty escape for the bathroom. "I can't believe you would — nnng." He opened the bathroom door, stepped inside, and slammed it shut.
"I can't believe you're squeamish!" Danny hollered, and promptly dissolved into a fit of laughter when he heard Vlad's disgruntled 'oh, be quiet!'.