[ She'd have to genuinely grate on him to accomplish that again. He's even almost over the whole Crimson Calamity deal. She sounds serious though? Was he breaking through to her?! He swallows what's left of his cream puff just in time for her to drop that lame ass pun. But instead of complain even more or beg her to stop... ]

And there's the coup de grâce...

[ Weiss Win. Perfect. ]

[ Ragna is content with what he's eaten so far, so he's ready to tidy up as well. Pushing himself back up to his feet, he tidies up with her, only piping up when she goes back to picking the crumbs from the couch if there's any left. He offers to take care of it for her, though conschnee-ds easily enough otherwise as he takes the cart of leftover food towards the fridge in the kitchen. Whether Weiss follows him or not, he regards back to her: ]

I think I changed my mind about changing. [ Main reason being? Besides the sus titty shirt? ] I'm not feeling so stuffy with just a dress shirt.

[ Ragna can just tuck it in again! He starts arranging the leftover Chinese dishes into the fridge real quick, followed by turning around to the marbled island where the sink is. He's mindful of his gloved right hand, only rinsing his bare left hand as he intends to just wipe the right clean. ]

So what now? Wanna relax for a little bit or head back down?