[Itsuki lets out several extremely undignified squawks as Scott manhandles him up, up, and away. He barely has enough time to protest when he's already in the closet, hands immediately trying to balance all the medical supplies Scott's pushing his way???]

Woah, wait -- [he leans sharply to the left to accommodate a precariously balanced bandage, then more stridently] wait, why can't I -- I don't hit on people! I say hey and compliment them, especially if they're cute. There's a difference!

[there is no difference.]

Geez, how much stuff do I have to carry? [despite having noodle arms, Itsuki sits still and obediently waits as Scott makes him into a mini-Cinderella, all the while scrutinizing Scott....'s arms....]

And just how often do you work out?

[because Itsuki's no lightweight, and that kind of strength is impressive for a YOUNG'UN]