[ Yata bites down hard on a yelp, because who is he to make a sound when he's had worse? But for this guy to make fun of him and threaten him in the span of a few minutes... He has no idea what this guy's problem is, but he has a feeling he shouldn't expect much from him, either. The girls seem amenable to this arrangement, but as soon as their backs are turned, Yata gives him a sharp elbow in the rib as he harshly whispers, ]
CACKLES
Make 'em go away already, you damn pretty boy!