[ It's not as though she's not listening. As a matter of fact, she gets what he's saying, loud and clear, even with the fingers wrapped around her collar...though she has to take a moment, to consider the implication of it. The look on her face becomes contemplative, for just a moment...

...Before that, though, she needs to set something straight. Chitoge doesn't move to tug at his wrist. She knows better than that. But it's a smooth motion, the way her palm rests on his elbow and turns counterclockwise, like she's twisting the cap off a bottle of water. Righty tighty, lefty... ]

...Respect is something you earn, dumbass. 'Sides, you pissed me off first.

[ It doesn't make any sense, to give one person an edge over the others like that. All the same, if he's telling the truth, he's just putting a target on his back. Whether people are gonna want to pry information out of him, or something more malicious than that... advertising that you're ahead of the curve might be trouble.

But why the hell should she care? If he gets offed, it's his own damn fault, for being a blabbermouth...

...is how she wants to think. Good grief. ]

But if you're gonna say shit like that, don't say it so loud.