[Yeah, just hold onto the thighs, they're thick and soft and clearly strong enough to crush a watermelon, what with all that running and jumping he does. It's a good thing he wore shorts today, this could've been worse.

For what it's worth, though, Rosso does something of a snort-laugh at Adrian's affections.]

Told ya I'd have you fluent soon. [That's not fluent, that's just a bunch of words used for flirting. Words which, to be frank, Rosso never saw himself using ever?] Just need to teach you how to write it now.

[In actual Korean Elrian letters.]

...promise you, I won't be letting anyone snoop through our business, though. If someone did, full permission to hand their ass to them. We'll make it a race.

Which I'd win.

[See, you can tell they're back to normal again because this is where Rosso's brain goes—]