Mystery of Mamo1978

[Wolf, hidden behind a pillar, presents a rose for Fujiko]

Fujiko:
[gasps] Wolfie?

Wolf:
[melodramatic] The lovely Fujiko, unless I'm much mistaken!

Fujiko:
Flattery will get you anything you want… not.

Wolf:
[walks out to her, wearing a formal dress suit] Do not worry! How can you be so unfair, when the soft breezes of Paris have melted my icy heart? [smells the rose] I thought a little smooth dressing would set the tone for an evening of beauty that matches your own.

Fujiko:
[sighing] You quaint old-fashioned boy. However, I do get the message.

Wolf:
O, the beauty of this flower doth pale beside Fujiko.

Fujiko:
Wolf, cut the crap, eh?

Wolf:
O, there's pain in the prick of thy thorn, but that pain brings pleasure… onto my soul.

Fujiko:
Wolf, this is getting boring. So do me a favor, and let's get down to business.

Wolf:
Huh! How can somebody have eyes [throws the rose away] burning with such deep passion, but be so cold to me?!

Fujiko:
It isn't remotely difficult. Unless… you weren't asking me to marry you, were you?!

Wolf:
Don't be silly. But… see what I got?

[Fujiko's eyes widen as Wolf presents her the Wiseman's Stone]