Mink watches. He half expects that Aoba will be up on his feet in no time, clawing at Mink's eyes to get away. But then, most kids never fought back in the first place, so it's hard to know what Aoba will do next. To see him bow over, curled up in pain...

It excites Mink.

Drawing close, he takes hold of Aoba's hair again, yanking it one way, then the other.

"Is that why you grew your hair so long?" he asks, purring the words into Aoba's ear. "So a guy like me has a handle to pull on?" What a lovely thought. Mink keeps it in his mind as he uses Aoba's hair to his advantage, hauling the guy backwards and then shoving him down, one firm hand flat to Aoba's spine to get him face down, to make him submit.