“You don’t want to touch that. Nope. Don’t. Just don’t.”
“But it’s shiney!”
“Exactly why you shouldn’t. Hands off.”
“What does it DO?”
“Evil. It does evil.”
“Then I should touch it, so I can defeat the evil. Obviously.”
“… No.”
“Then you better find something to distract me with.”
“Here’s a five hundred dollar cheque. Go have a blast.”
“What in the name of blue and purple shit do you take me for?!” She’s glaring green daggers at him.