Jet's mischievous grin only grew and he slid 'his' bottle into his fiance's pocket before moving over to the H-section.

"Let's find out." He picked up the bottle with Albert's name on it and held it a second, thinking. "Mint and pine."

His guess made, he took his partner's arm in his hand and sprayed a short spurt on the German's sleeve. Only a second later, the fabric began to smoke and sizzle.

"What the hell!?"