"Yes, yes. Okay." Serph has a point. There might still be monsters around. Though them not being bothered for long enough for a make-out session suggests this part of the convoy, at least, is clean.

Still. He straightens up, ruffles at his own hair and fox ears a moment with both hands, then steps back all the way. "Do you need to eat? Or should we just leave these to disappear, as they do?" He's seen monsters die. He knows what happens sometimes.