Gale's not going to let you get away with it. He's a strict sugar daddy.

[She lifts her arms to drape them comfortably over his shoulders, just loving the simple feel of him against her. Yang's head tips forward to rest her brow against his, eyes closed as she savors the moment. She didn't even have to think about the answer, no objections about her personality issues she's trying to fix, no hesitation in thinking they should take it slow... She knows exactly what she wants, and he knows exactly what he's getting with her.]

[She exhales very slowly and carefully so she doesn't blow her breath all over his face, brushing her thumb absently over the nape of his neck.]

You could wear part of mine. Sword, or veil? I mean, your last name is still kind of up for debate, so I'm leaning a lot more heavily toward C than D...