[The glare only serves to fuel his anger, and part of him is watching in horror. The rest of him, however, is still burning with pent-up frustration and rage. His hand shoots out to grab Takatora by the neck.]

By whose reckoning? By yours? Or mine? Because by mine, I'm more than old enough to make my own decisions. I may not be legally an adult, but I'm just as capable as you!

[In some things, at least. In raw talent, maybe. He's aware he doesn't have business skills yet, but it's not like he's not smart.]