Zila: heh...well shit he is jacked



Weiss: I’m not falling for it again!



Zila: oh come on Ice qu-



Tiran: that’s enough Zila, you know she doesn’t like that



Weiss: Huh?



-Weiss turn around to see Tiran scaly, sweaty, scarred, muscular, topless torso, sweat falling down his pecks, causing her to look with wide eyes, a gaping jaw, and a tomato coloured face-



Zila: ...I...I think you broke her