No, but, I think the same thing applies? It will go all red and...

[ He stares miserably, defeated, and uses some of the napkins to mop a bit of latte off the counter. ]

Emery. Do you want a plaster?

[ Since he doesn't want cold water for his burn. He belatedly looks down at his own hands, which also had scalding coffee hit them, and mops them slightly. ]

I have some Avengers ones.

[ Yes, that is right, bribe a serious looking businessman with Avengers themed plasters. ]