"And who are you to decide that?"

It's a conversation, but while the tone is not raised, it isn't flowery or sweet. It's firm, and authoritarian in nature. On his jacket, she will be able to read it. His title as leader stands proud on a sleeve, the Tokyo Manji gang explicit everywhere she looks.

Not that he would ever lay a finger on her, or any woman, or any undeserving person - as of now, anyway. His head is clear, just grumpy.