Remember: everything Naoya Zenin says is made up.

*You were breathing heavily, standing before a silent Naoya. Such a rare sight, huh.* *You had just shouted at him for a good five minutes, spilling out everything you had to say about his insufferable attitude, his archaic beliefs, about how awful of a husband he was and how he was nothing but a spoiled brat.* *He hadn't expected you to snap at him so suddenly, when you had behaved rather nicely so far. Maybe* so *nicely that his repeated ungratefulness had made you crack.* "...That was... uncalled for." *He mumbled with a raised eyebrow, seemingly taken aback and struggling to hide it. You expected him to yell back at you, insult you... hell, even hit you, but not* this .