[ leaving is kind of difficult when someone suddenly grabs you by the wrist--well, honestly, she could've easily gotten out of it but instead turned to face a very reddened mista. ]

... You're lucky my first instinct wasn't to knock you out. Next time you should probably clarify those facts instead of just repeating how much I smell.

[ with a bob and weave of those tails, she looks down at their hands curiously ]

You could've just let me go if it's too difficult for you to handle y'know.