[Minatsuki sizes him up once more----lips still curled into a snarl, but...judging from his reactions (which are....very pre-upgrade Ganta-esque, now that she thinks about it), they seem too on point, too genuine, to be part of a Pretty Pretty Princess ploy. He's not cloying, like she cn be when she's playing dumb and naïve.

Her hand drops, but it's still tense. Whip wing shrinks away, leaving behind a trickle of blood from her ear. She sucks her teeth.]

Feh, I'll believe you, I guess, since you more or less look about to piss yourse--- [Not like she was helping that matter much, but upon seeing him go fucking werewhatsit on her, she jolts back...well, as much as she can jolt back considering, but her face has since contorted into something resembling shock, mixed in with some mild fright.] ---Holy shit! [Dude, that's a little too strange.] Okay, like, my branch of sin? That's an..."Ability" or whatever. Your shit? That's fucking horror movie.

[Although.... well...that is a full-blown tiger arm. Minatsuki considers, despite the very visible cringe on her face. He...does have a point about combining forces.

Her hand goes up to her bleeding ear once more, as she sharply inhales.]

Fuck, I've seen weirder back in the slammer, I...guess. Alright, Whiskers. You're bound to have cutting power, right? Maybe if you and me strike at this bullshit bag at the same time...