[The anger is like an frozen, bitter sheet of ice laid over the bottom of him. He jerks his arm up, like he plans to throw the hand off, but he only raises it. Instead of grabbing Senri's wrist back, however, he grabs Senri by the throat.

His grip is firm even if he doesn't squeeze, and he shoves Senri back against the door to lean in close. His voice lowers.] You expect me to trust you after catching you in a lie? [He took up for you, Senri, wtf!!]

I should have let you grovel until you were licking his feet.