[the stony expression turns a bit exasperated as the voices and footsteps grow louder. all Akira can think is that there are much better ways to prove that one is a badass than the wanton murder of a few unsuspecting valets and security guards]

Yeah. But I wouldn't be fighting them.

[not in these circumstances, and certainly not with that implicit threat. Akira is not the type who can just stand around and watch while others are hurt, and he does want Chobe to know that]

I steal hearts and desires. Not lives. [a very clear line in the sand] Maybe you're different. . . and that's fine. But right now, I'd really rather not brawl over something as stupid as preventing you from offing a few faceless mooks. Because despite my better judgment, I think I kind of like you.

[extending a hand, palm facing upwards, fingers slightly curled]

Can we please just scram?