[ Because winning is fun. Especially when it came to the tiny former heiress who sees fit to use him as her throne. And despite his own brief flight of embarrassment, Weiss was quick to bring her Wagna around to seeing the light. Or rather, their mutual understanding of just how risqué they're thinking of being here. If he were getting a modelling show back in her royal suite, maybe things might have panned out differently.

Right now though...they're towing a very delicate line. One that sees his limits being tested when she gently swings her legs back and forth. Her fingers are so delicate and smooth in contrast to his, yet she practically flips a switch like no one else can in him. ]

More like a promise. I can't just go getting us in trouble out here.

[ And yet, his fingers flirt and fiddle with the ribbon, flicking the end of it in an almost playful-like manner. Biding his time. Patience.

You two have an entire day of shopping ahead of you. Calm down. 💦 ]

I can think of a lotta things you can do in this—

[ wait. ]



—fight in this?