Cerulean Cape there's your obstacle.

The little fucker did not want to let go of him. He shot Maia a panicked look, desperate hope blooming in his chest as she reached for the creature. He had no better ideas than trying to just tug it off of his face. It didn't occur to him that it would hurt, but then again, it already hurt, so what was the difference? He whined pathetically as she grabbed it, trying to hold still. But the moment he noticed what she was doing, he decided to help her out by jerking backwards.

Okay, so there was a difference. This did hurt a lot more. Not that it stopped him.