Omi grunted as a shoulder dug into his stomach. Tied hand and foot, he couldn't struggle much, but he did remember he still had his mouth dart, and now a clean shot at his carrier's backside to boot.

He did not act on it yet, however, reluctant to heighten tensions when his true aim was to work towards reducing them. With that in mind, he was not impressed with the suggested threat to his friends. It didn't sound like Robin was receptive to negotiating, but Omi wanted to try one more appeal. That ground Robin stood on was not as solid as he seemed to think it was. Either that or he knew it wasn't but was as much of a bluffer as Omi.

"You can do all of that, but it helps nothing for you if I retaliate with revealing you. You can't return from that point. Are you really going to provoke me? I don't want to endanger you like that..."