[Masaomi wants to punch him. His wrist is firmly locked in Izaya's grip. He knows that he won't be able to land the hit, not when Izaya's expecting it, encouraging it even. But he wants to do it anyway. He needs to see Izaya's nose break right this fucking second.

His body shakes when that need goes unfulfilled.]

Is this why I'm here? So you can brag about your latest score? [He seethes through clenched teeth.] Laugh at me for thinking even a bastard like you wouldn't stoop this low?