[That combination of glare and shaking fists would likely make the knees of those who know of her physical prowess tremble in fear. Still, Saito remains unfazed, even in the face of her threatening aura.]

Think about it this way: would you bother going out of your way to stop something you enjoy with every fiber of your being just because it's considered messed up?

[The pair of hands linger around her neck, more mockingly than threateningly.]

There was no antidote, as far as I knew. No Aiba to supply me with oxytocin and provide temporary relief to dissuade me from giving in to the violent urges. Date was really lucky to have such a reliable partner and caring people around him during the time he was in my body.

[Such is the sardonic conclusion he arrives at; the byproduct of months of piecing information he gained from this very girl, together with fragments of memories that were left in his brain by its previous habitant.]