Isn't Clarissa's Family the BEST?

He sighed.

"...You should give me something now, then. I think it's obvious what I want from you in exchange..." He winked at her, placing his glass on the table.

She tackled him.

"Is it my virginity? My blood? I'll give you anything!" She said, grinning at him.

He gave her an odd look.

"...It isn't obvious?..."

"You want me to be a vampire? You want to give me Mister Fuzzball?" She kept guessing anyway.

He sighed deeply.

"You don't have to keep guessing..."

"Then tell me!" She insisted impatiently.

"...It doesn't matter now, I guess," he sighed, pouting.

She frowned.

"What? What did I say? Come on, please tell me, Alois."

"..I just wanted a kiss," he grumbled unhappily.

She giggled and pulled him into a deep kiss.

He flailed his arms, instinctively pushing her away.

"I meant a chaste kiss, thank you very much!!"

She kissed his nose.

"Better?" She teased, batting her eyelashes.

He rolled his eyes, still flustered.

"...I suppose..."

"Alright! Let's go meet mom!" She grabbed his hand, dragging him to the door.

He let out a less than manly shriek.

"I'm not dressed for a first impression!"

She stopped and looked at him.

"You're right. Put on something that doesn't make you look like a creepy old vampire."

"Excuse me?!" he exclaimed. "I look neither creepy nor old nor even vampiric, thank you very much!"

She giggled.

"Don't worry, you look hot like that. But, uhm, do you have anything modern?"

"...Define modern."

"Something someone would wear today." She crossed her arms.

"...I have my business suits," he said, shrugging.

"Snazzy. Go put one!" She ordered.

Sighing, he flounced off to his bedroom.

"And don't peek!" he called.

Clarissa was following right behind him.

"Did you say something~?" She teased.

He shrieked, having already removed his shirt and vest.