Put it on me? Sure, if you can handle it.

[ if anyone's around to hear this conversation, they probably wish they weren't. ]

Hmm... what kind of guy...? [ "a crybaby," is pirouetting about on her tongue as she snaps her jaw shut. that might be a little too mean, she reasons, but there's a taunting raise of one of her thin brows when she looks at sha-ming. ] What about one that wants to match clothes with me tonight, then?