Or, as Harry calls them, "What the eff am I doing in my skivvies all wrapped up in lead-covered lights? Haven't you heard that lead is bad for babies, and by the way these lights are HOT. I look like Chernobyl Baby. Put some damn clothes on me! I'm not an infant! Waaaaah"
Clearly, he was disturbed by the amount of time I let him fondle the lead soaked lights, and he had to flee.
We both, however, loved the post-shoot donut break