Dia's fists clench firmer, pulling the robe's two halves so tightly together that it might or might not begin to strain against Mari's neck. And her stare's burning a hole in the wall to her left for good measure, just to be double, extra-safe.

"I wish to see nothing, you lecher! I can't believe you'd sooner expose yourself than admit defeat!"

--Well. It's Mari. If anyone would, in fairness, it's her. Still! The gall! The obscenity!