[ Ah, he really did know how to pick 'em. His smile doesn't falter, but he can't help but wonder what it took for a girl like her to have such a warped personality.

Maybe that's a little hypocritical?

Whatever-- he aims the plastic gun like a trained professional (which he is, thanks ) ]

I'm really lucky to have you then, aren't I?

[ he shoots, the plastic bullet hits the rim of the can and it wobbles. ]

Or maybe it's too soon to say that, since I'm not sure if you're the kind of woman who means what she says and does what she means?

[ He shoots at the one above his last target, it shakes and stops just short of the edge of the shelf. ]

I might have a lot of ouchies at the end of this, what if you decide it's too much work to deal with them all?