( rei, jerked around so thoroughly by his whimsical fate as he is salieri's impassioned tugs, mostly just stumbles as he's yanked about in an attempt to free his hands from the chocolates. this is not only quite inelegant (a very nice way to say is certainly embarrassing), it also feels gross? the chocolates are melty and gross against his palm? do the three fates, like, not have a sense of hygiene? getting scolded by someone older than him for something other than pursuing idoldom is normally an experience he might find fresh, but it's difficult to appreciate a situation while you're still in the thick of it. )

Er— No, no— I insist; there's been a misunderstanding— I can't do much to release my hands, firstly.

( he does his utmost to demonstrate by pulling back his hands and shaking them, again dragging salieri's with its path. granted, this may not seem a very convincing attempt, given he doesn't (and can't) unclasp his hands so it somewhat looks like he's just fooling around, but it's the best he can do... ah, the tragedy of the human condition... )

Secondly, don't you suppose this is a impractical method of acquiring chocolates when set against the better option of simply asking the witches for extra?

( though he isn't certain why this gentleman is so fixated on the matter of his chocolates, rei does his best to present his case and preserve his good name so it isn't smeared forever with the label chocolate thief. )