Chris stared at Elsa with his mouth wide open and blinked several times. He was trying to ponder if what she had said was real or if she was just joking.
"Are you just going to stand there? What are you waiting for? Start doing your push-ups," Elsa reminded.
"Are you serious? Do you really want me to do a real exercise?" Chris asked, frustrated.
Elsa tilted her head and said, "Is there a fake exercise?"
Chris scratched his head vigorously in annoyance and replied, "This is not the exercise I am thinking or want. I thought we were going to… You know… Something dirty."
"After the 100 push-ups and 50 laps, you will surely become sweaty and dirty. So start now, I am getting impatient with your complaining."
"I am already healed, I told you that multiple times. Sooo… We can do something else… Right?" Chris slowly snaked his hands around Elsa's waist in an attempt to seduce her but she was faster than him.
