[Give the blonde guy a wooden blade, dye his hair brown, he'd be a deadringer for a guy from back home. Even without those two features, the head-over-heels admiration was all too familiar for Ranma. It was something she could've left back in Nerima and be content with. Sometimes it feels like luck has it out for her specifically. What'd she, or more likely her old man, do to someone to piss off the wrong person enough to make her this unlucky? Though the hypothetical pricks can wait, the actual prick needs dealing with.

Sanji would take Ranma's hand without much issue... If he didn't have an issue with her squeezing it tightly, tight enough that it felt like he stuck his hand into a vice clamp.]

Listen blondie, let's get three things straight. One: We're not soulmates. Two: I'm not your love or your lady or whatever. And, make sure you're listening cause this part is very important, three: I'm a guy! Now...

[Normally she wouldn't blurb that out for the whole world to hear, but it usually got unwanted men off her back from trying to hit on her. And even if it didn't, that wasn't stopping Ranma from raising her leg, planting her foot on Sanji's stomach for support, and...]

Stand still so I can get out of this stupid thing! [Pulled back, trying her damnedest to slip her hand out from the bind or tear the ribbons. She's danced with one too many dicks tonight, thank you very much!]