You are going to get what's coming to you, you insolent creature.

[This would be a lot more threatening if Dan Feng hadn't laced their hands (imagine that. Holding hands. He didn't even need to die for this. Imagine that!!!) together, trying to shoulder him towards the theatre proper doors, like someone would spot them thinking lewd thoughts such as cuddling.]

I am not cute. I have never been called such a juvenile term. [Ineffectual glaring.] Why are you like this.