[ to begin with, achilles isn't too far from his face, considering he had come up behind him with full intent to literally squeeze the mushrooms straight out of him. but, he seems to bring his face even closer, as if attempting to cast judgement. his squints as he scrutinizes him.

it's a mystery if he can even identify anything this way (he doesn't), and this likely shows in the way he shoulders eventually relax. ] Sorry about that. [ he pulls away, rubbing the back of his head idly. ]

But, immune, huh? I'd argue even if you're immune, not sure how your body likes it. [ ... and then a little quieter to himself: ] Does it even taste good? [ that said... ]

Haha, I guess you could say that. It's usually not this awkward, though. Promise. [ meaning, in theory, he's only saved people who actually needed it? or so he'd think so. citation needed? ]