Dia's shoulders rise beneath Mari's fingertips, twitching a bit at that odd idea of a massage. That girl, always goofing around at the least appropriate times... though with that being said, it doesn't exactly feel bad, either, so Dia ends up holding her tongue.

Until directly provoked, at least.

"It's not taking it back," she huffs, maintaining certainty in her voice even while keenly aware of her own bareness. Her cheeks are slightly pink, is all. "It's only natural that this change in circumstances would affect my decision. This situation is completely incomparable to the one before, and so I'd hardly say--"

Exhale. Even Dia doesn't quite have it in her to see it through. It occurs to her that the longer she goes on like this, the longer Mari will spend this intolerable fiddling with the clasp. There is strength, wise men say, to picking your battles.

"--Yes. Take it off."