"Oh yeah, not lacking in that," Seth agrees. He picks of two Erlenmeyer flasks, and starts trying to juggle them. Seeing as he is not a good juggler by any means, it doesn't take all that long for him to fumble and one of them to smash on the floor. It makes him feel gleeful rather than embarrassed. "Whoops," he says with a grin.

Some part of his brain is wondering what the hell he's doing, and another part - presumably the part influenced by the dream and hormones - is going aww yeah, fuck shit up! But then he's pretty sure he won't be the only one embarrassed by his behavior come morning.