Weiss: Ruin me like Beacon.
Jaune: Yo. Get your act together.
Weiss: I thought he was just obtuse, but now I am honestly concerned for his health.
Yang: *distant look*
Weiss: If you have some hooliganous ribaldry , then...
Yang: Afraid of what I'm going to say?
Weiss: *wipes her eyes*
Weiss: I was honestly hoping to simply move passed it, in the hopes that you might be able to help me.
Yang: You sure you want me to help you?
Weiss: Of - course - I - am.
Yang: Because you're not going to like the answer.
Weiss: Will you just tell me?!
Yang: . . .
Weiss: Or at least make your crass joke, and I will ask someone else.
Yang: One.
Weiss: Yes?
Yang: Not ever guy wants to pump and dump.
Weiss: I had not considered this? And secondly?
Yang: Two.
Yang: . . .
Weiss: *vexed look*
Yang: He's worried about you.
Weiss: I had no considered this, either.
Weiss: *pensive*
Weiss: And I must entreat you, how do I convince him to not treat me like some porcelain doll.
Yang: *looks her up and down*
Weiss: What?
Yang: You honesty look a lot like a porcelain doll.
Weiss: *aggrieved look*
Yang: *gestures like she's holding something to her left*
Yang: How about this?
Yang: *puts down the fake box*
Yang: Instead of "Ruin me."
Yang: *picks up a fake box on her right*
Yang: You take him for coffee, or something.
Weiss: I was hoping that his overtures would qualify as courtship.
Yang: If you want a faster approach, how about a drive in movie?
Weiss: I suppose that would bypass the initial matrix of dates.
Yang: About 2/3 of the way in, reach your hand into his crotch.
Weiss: O.O
Yang: Once you prove you are not afraid of choking on him, he'll probably be more than willing to treat you a bit more rough than fine china.
Weiss: Like a woman whom has spurred his affection.
Yang: Like Dollar Store plates?
Weiss: . . .
Yang: It might take a few months to get up to "ruin me", but...
Weiss (assertively): I have a goal and a means of achieving it.
