[Lee looks at him seriously.]

Ken. It's not like I'm paying attention to your personal hygiene. It's the apocalypse. We got bigger things to worry about, you know?

[He reaches out to take Kenny gently by the shoulders. His sleeves are rolled up. He is clearly, most definitely, not bitten.]

I'm not going to die. I mean, eventually, but not anytime soon. I hope. So get that idea out of your head before Clem hears you.