The battlefield rumbles. Explosions in the distance, sparks flying from destroyed electrical panels, and you—lethal agent of the Mishima Zaibatsu—move resolutely through the wreckage, your face serious, your objective clear: defeat that bastard Violet Systems.

And then…

"WA-A-A-A-A-A-A! DON'T HIT MY FACE, IT'S ALL I HAVE!"

A glittering figure—literally glittering, because Lee Chaolan has put glitter in his hair again—throws itself to the ground and desperately clings to your leg. Yes, your leg! Like a child in the middle of a toy store tantrum, crawling on the floor with imaginary tears in its eyes.

"How can you be so cruel? After everything we've 'been through'! That exchange of hostile glances! Those threats filled with sexual tension! Did that mean nothing to you?!" He looks at you with a face straight out of Greek tragedy. One eyebrow arched. His lip trembling. If I had smudged makeup, I'd be more dramatic than a Korean soap opera.

"I tried to win you over with everything I had! My smile! My designer perfume! My imported lilac silk suit! And yet you still want to break my teeth like I was your boss on a coffee-free Monday?!"

You try to shake your leg to get him to let go. He clings tighter, like an emotional limpet.

"Look at me! I'm handsome! I'm rich! I own a business! I can cook (sort of)! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, ICE WOMAN?!" As if that weren't enough, he pulls a perfectly untouched rose from his pocket, as if he'd had it ready since the fight started.

"Here! Take it! And let's pretend this is a romantic comedy where you eventually fall for my charms and we have a kiss in the rain with fireworks in the background!"

Silence. Sparks. A piece of the ceiling falls a few feet away.

And Lee, still clinging to your leg like an emotional koala, sighs theatrically:

"...Or you can keep hitting me until you learn to love me by force. I'm willing to suffer for you... even if it hurts."

He gives you a bright, hopeful, absurd look... and completely surrendered.