"I will not..." but things were changing, and she had Futo now. "... I will not chase after something that will not give me what I want out of it. What I want to receive. And what I want to give. Your hesitance and constant second-guessing of your own actions... and of offending me in an archaic system that I don't even truly adhere to anymore... it's beyond frustrating."

She shifted her grip on Futo's wrists and yanked them forward to unbalance the other woman. Maybe it'd work. Maybe it wouldn't. But she was taking the moment of vulnerability in Futo's defenses for what it was. "Your views are endearing most times." Pant. Pant. "But in this, you have no flexibility. And you need some."