I don't expect anything but the chance to beat your face in.

[Chuuya grips and lifts Fyodor by the grip he has on his collar, uncaring of how difficult it might become for the other to breath.]

And don't worry, I'm not your 'responsibility' anymore. [It's said in a falsely sweet tone, a vicious grin twisting Chuuya's lips.] I got someone to fix that issue when I arrived.

[In exchange for a fair few favors he owes, but he'd trade a hell of a lot more for his free will.] You can't use me anymore, so sorry about that.

[He's not sorry. He's especially not sorry about the punch that follows those words.]