It hurts. God it fucking kills. But he was ready for it this time. (And maybe there was a little preemptive liquid courage happening before this to take the edge off.) But he concentrates hard on keeping his body temperature down, at least to levels that won't burn in side of Meyer's mouth. His hands are gripping hard into Meyer's side now, fingernails biting in as the pain washes through him and he staggers on his feet.