"I don't know what you're talking about..."
“.. Do you want me to slit the throat of yours, because well.. you let your guard down already.”
In a swift bit of a motion.. Dabi was now having her in a bit of a choke hold, his arm slipped under her chin, as a bit of a switch-blade, (okay, his own craft. TvT), the tip of it grazing the side of her neck slightly..
“.. I don’t want to, buuuut if you don’t stop with your own threatening.. then well, I suppose I’ll do the same.”