"What?" Marty says, following his gaze to the candle. "I was in a hurry, someone challenged me to a race." He's not bothered, though. Dingus is hardly the worst thing that he's been called, so he laughs and kisses Liam back. He rests his hands on Liam's waist, tugging him along as he backs towards the ladder to his bunk. Luckily, his share of the room is clean, even if it is an under-the-rug cleanliness. Don't open any drawers, but at least the floor is clear. Then, suddenly he stops. "Do I need to put it out?" he asks. "The candle. 'Cause of your asthma."