[[Weiss isn't so interested in the fact that she's slapped his hands as much as looking down at his skin where she slapped him. He turns his hands from side to side and then grins a slackjawed grin.

Oh.
She wants to play. This should be fun! He's not had a playmate in a looooong time ever since 'Aki left and didn't need any more parts.

From zero to sixty, Weiss directive changes, from trying to help, to trying to play- Only his play involves a quickly timed fist toward the stomach.]]