[ That's a challenge and problem for future Ragna to figure out. Right now, however, there's a far more pressing matter at hand as the former heiress seemingly wastes very little time in closing the space between them. ]

Uhh, Weiss? You uh—

[ It's almost instinct at this point, the way that he drapes the remaining dresses over the arm of the couch he's seated on. As if he was somehow expecting Weiss to pull a new stunt on him. And sure enough, before he has time to so much as finish his sentence, she's plopped down in his lap. This time? Without any need for him to just grab her by her waist and park her there himself like their first game of dice. But she does a damnable good job in keeping herself the centre of his world as his voice locks up in his throat yet again. ]

Hoooo boy...

[ "Should we find you an outfit later that matches this? Damn it all, she's right. He doesn't know where to put his hands right now. Except for one wrapping around her waist from behind and the other over her soft and creamy thigh just begging to be squeezed. Oh she's vicious. Is she trying to rile him up in the dressing room area?!

...Because it's working. And he's cracking despite the red alert blaring in his brain right now. Not enough to do anything dangerous, mind. But...as he shakes his head and looks into her eyes with a growing smirk, he's going with the flow of his racing heart by now. ]

Maybe. But... [ She's batting her eyelashes at him. How the hell was he supposed to win!? ] You're looking like something I gotta unwrap right about now.

[ Said as his hand upon her back glides up towards the silken edge of her white ribbon keeping that number together. Tugtug. But not too hard that it starts loosening. He wouldn't do that. But she's exciting him enough to start thinking it. ]

So...this supposed to be that black dress all girls keep in their closet?

[ For all occasions. ]