He probably wouldn't have taken her seriously without talking to her about the whole, you know, karaoke thing. Which he was still not down with, but someone talking to him like he could even be a friend kind of messed with his head.

He holds the bag of stuff, confused. "Can't really pick where you get shot, Pinoko." At least he's never learned the trick.

Wait. What? He freezes as she hugs him. "...you're touching me."