[That's good advice from Wataru, and it's ringing in his mind as he faces these men. His heart rate skyrockets, especially as he's grabbed, but his expression stays calm. He tells himself to focus on breathing, even as he allows himself to cough into a hand.

After the cough, that hand rests on the wrist of the man holding him, not prying him away, but attempting to 'warn' him not to go further.]

Eichi Tenshouin. Surely you recognize that name.

[It's just the biggest zaibatsu out there, after all... And he knows that even if it's possible that his parents handed off Wataru to someone they didn't really get along with, the truth is that most people wouldn't want to pick a fight with the Tenshouins. Right?

He's wearing clothes he stole off of guards around this organization, so that much is probably very clear. He was up to no good. He knows it looks bad. But he's relying on his name. Two men here, and he can't see how many further back right now... Maybe one or two more?]

I'll forget that this altercation happened at all so long as you release me now. Why don't we see what we can discuss?