[Kyle has a bit of a tendency to get carried away when he's excited about some problem he can solve, which means that he completely misses the subtle cues that Peter is not okay.]

I really think it's doable.

[His brows knit together as Peter pulls off his gloves, and then his eyes widen.]

Oh. Oh, wow.

[He looks closer, frowning again.] Okay, I don't know what that is. Okay. I think we can be relatively sure it's from the demon and not some other Trench atmospheric thing, because I haven't heard or seen of anybody else having this happen. And if it was going to target a specific bloodtype, I would be seeing the same thing on myself.

May I?

[He reaches for Peter's hands.]

I think I've got enough information that we can suppress some symptoms short term, yeah. Do you guys have uhm, salt and chalk? And if we have access to some herbs and shit that would be great, I have a recipe for this magic oil stuff that seems pretty powerful.