"..H-Heh, I see that you're really mad now.."

[Even with hands grasped tightly around his neck, Luchino just won't shut up. He seems unbothered at the very least despite being on the verge of passing out. How is he still talking? It's not like Luchino would ever answer that. The scales on his neck made it a little hard to keep a steady grip.]

"..Why not let bygones be bygones? Oh my, your grip is rather tight. Do us both a favor and relax.."

[He's smiling. Luchino was fucking smiling at you. What's wrong with him? One could easily make a list but that should be the least of your worries.]