I bet his date loves the smell.
Reminds me of a story when I was about 17. I was adjusting the timing on my ‘67 Camero with the air cleaner off to get to the distributor in the back. I crawled up on the engine to get to it and then hit the throttle to test the advance. It popped back through the carb and caught my hair on fire. I lost my eyebrows and my hair was on fire and I didn’t know it till someone told me. I had to shave my head to get my girlfriend to kiss me. The smell was there for days.