Zoro listens closely as Weiss shares her knowledge of the place. He's grateful that she isn't withholding, and his tone becomes 5% friendlier because of it. Maybe he won't make fun of what sex toy she identifies as. "How do I collect cards?" he asks curiously. His expression grows even more intrigued when she reveals that snooping around might yield results. "Has anyone found it yet, that you know of?" A pause, then he adds: "Is there something you're looking for?"
A loud laugh escapes him, he can't help it - Weiss is entertaining with the way she gets worked up from hardly any effort on his part. He doesn't bother protesting that he didn't technically call her a loser, because his own single braincell perfectly understands her logic. He'd been encouraging her to lose, after all.
He does look surprised at her answer. "A whip? Is that a sex toy?" He'd been thinking more traditional - things that can be inserted, not things that can be used for torture. It reveals something about his own experience with toys (that is to say, none until he'd come here.)
After he's heard her answer, he grows serious once again, facing the house of cards. It's starting to look precarious, and he narrows his eyes as he surveys the table for the best option. The skill required here is the opposite of what he usually relies on; finesse rather than strength.
Slow, steady, calm. He focuses, lifting a card away carefully, holding his breath until he can take a few steps to safety, slipping back into his chair.
"Have you ever had a sexy encounter with chocolate sauce?" He snorts at the question, looking up at Weiss as he shakes his head. "No. As Sanji would say, we don't waste food." Then he goes quiet as he starts to imagine it, and... well.
He'll snap back to reality whenever Weiss speaks next.
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A loud laugh escapes him, he can't help it - Weiss is entertaining with the way she gets worked up from hardly any effort on his part. He doesn't bother protesting that he didn't technically call her a loser, because his own single braincell perfectly understands her logic. He'd been encouraging her to lose, after all.
He does look surprised at her answer. "A whip? Is that a sex toy?" He'd been thinking more traditional - things that can be inserted, not things that can be used for torture. It reveals something about his own experience with toys (that is to say, none until he'd come here.)
After he's heard her answer, he grows serious once again, facing the house of cards. It's starting to look precarious, and he narrows his eyes as he surveys the table for the best option. The skill required here is the opposite of what he usually relies on; finesse rather than strength.
Slow, steady, calm. He focuses, lifting a card away carefully, holding his breath until he can take a few steps to safety, slipping back into his chair.
"Have you ever had a sexy encounter with chocolate sauce?" He snorts at the question, looking up at Weiss as he shakes his head. "No. As Sanji would say, we don't waste food." Then he goes quiet as he starts to imagine it, and... well.
He'll snap back to reality whenever Weiss speaks next.