[Oh, Vash does not like either of those suggestions at all. He shakes his head somewhat vehemently.]

No, no, don't do that. I'll figure something out -- you don't want to be stuck in oily, sticky clothes for the foreseeable future, right?

[He stares a little helplessly at Dazai, then ... just wholesale picks the can up and gets back on his motorcycle with it, intending to steer it with one hand while he keeps the can stable tucked under his other arm.]

I'm sorry, it might be a little of a bumpy ride...but at least let me get you out of the rain for now. I'll see what else I can find in the garage, meanwhile.