Dressing up in costumes, with or without sexual overtones.
“Are you all right, Loincloth Witch Alphonse?” “Y-y-yes,” the young hero stammered, feeling as though at any moment his heart might leap right through his ribcage.
"Oh my," the woman smiling broadly. "How CUTE. You are purring."
He was just contemplating a launch, kick and a dash for the window when Armstrong's hands closed in his hair.
I have enough things to worry about without dragging you into my messes. Why did you have to be the one to come after me?