Isn't Clarissa's Family the BEST?

"You have abs!" She exclaimed. "That's great."

"Now is no time for geschlechtsverkehr!!" he exclaimed. "It's been years! Ich habe kein Gleitmittel..." He toyed with his braid nervously, blushing.

She giggled.

"Just get dressed."

"Nein! Keine Sadomasochismus!!" he insisted, red in the face. "Every Gottverdammt time I'm shirtless in front of someone, there's always sex..."

She crossed her arms.

"I'd tell you to hurry up, but I really don't mind seeing you shirtless."

He glared.

"We are not having sex!"

She giggled.

"Then get dressed, silly."

"...We're not having sex?" he asked, confused.

She rolled her eyes.

"No. We don't have time for that. Otherwise, I would definitely say yes."

He frowned awkwardly, grabbing a suit from his closet.

"...That's a first. I've had sex every single time I've been shirtless in front of someone else--even that one time, when Landon yanked off my shirt."

"Do you want to have sex?" She asked, waggling her eyebrows.

"Nein!!" he shouted immediately.

"Then hurry up." She commanded.

"Get out and stop watching me, then!"

She giggled and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Alois quickly changed into the suit, straightening out every crease in the mirror.

"Clarissa, how is this?"

She entered the room and examined him.

"You look wonderful. Let's go!"

He sighed deeply.

"...I'd almost rather have sex."

She giggled.

"We can do that afterwards."

He glared.

"I refuse to do two unpleasant things in one day, thank you."

Sighing, she dragged him to the door again.

"Prepare yourself."

"I told you, I have no lubricant and we're not doing that."

She smacked him.

"Not about THAT. You're so dumb sometimes."

He rubbed the side of his head.

"Ouch! How am I supposed to know what you mean, you're always trying to convince me!...you should kiss my cheek better."

She kissed him on the cheek.

"Better, my dear little wimp Alois?"