"Whoooa, whoooa, whoooa!" Lance slid his way into Kaji's personal space. "Take a cold shower and chill, Kaji." he said, moving around her. He seemed different now. More evasive. More daring. More... hyper. "If I'm a poor, lonely, sexist idiot, why don't you right my wrong? I'm suuure the calm and collected Kaji can redirect me into the path of unsexist-... ism?" he mumbled, nearing the end. Shrugging, Lance just stood in front of her, though, smiling with his hands folded behind his back. "What do you say?" he asked, lifting up one of his arms. He grinned, excitedly, poking Kaji on the forehead with his index finger. "Heh!"