[Oh god touching touching touching! Whatever possesses Suou to do this kind of thing?! There's nothing elegant or noble about excessive displays of emotion! Not for the first time, Sakuya wonders if he's gotten himself caught up with some kind of mongrel after all, despite Suou's wealth . . .

But despite that, he doesn't complain quite as much as he could if he were really upset. He does squirm and bluster with complaint, mostly because he needs the air to answer.]

You--let go of me, you fool, or we will never break this curse! It's your incomprehensible obsession with peasant food that will be our undoing if you crush me to death in your arms before I can free us!