Deacon isn't thinking about anything but oxygen. Sweet, delicious oxygen. He loves oxygen. So much so that when Danse suggests recreating the circumstances of what allowed his continual breathing of it to begin with, he stirs in the other man's arms and jolts back slightly.

"Are you insane?" he asks, voice cracking, "Those conditions involved me with two lungs full of water and you trying to eat my face." he pauses, eyebrows furrowing, almost like a lightbulb has appeared above his head.

"Was it... when you bit me?" he asks, "Does that grant me fish powers? That feels... dumb," he mutters, not realizing that the real solution is actually much dumber.