"What? You wanna just melt everything around you all the time? Rust holes in the floor and fall thirty stories until you splatter? Than probably keep on rotting." Granted he thinks Carlisle would be dead at that point, but the point stands. Carlisle isn't helping anyone by being a puddle of rotting blood.

"See? you're doing it. Easy peasy." He folds his arms and leans against the far wall to wait, not wanting to be too close to whatever it is he's doing. He'd rather his skin not start decaying again, it's in a bad enough state as it is.

"I don't know why you're always complaining about. I'm gonna share the spoils with you. What's the problem?"