Uh huh, a heinous crime, especially talking to one who's already taken.

[ Oberon's tone is jovial as usual, as if this is all just one big joke, something to laugh off... and yet somehow, it's still clearly dripping with venom.

His arm wraps around Ai possessively, holding her tight and frankly invading her personal space far more than they were, but unlike them he's allowed to do that. His tone remains jovial, but. ]

Let's cut the crap, shall we? How about you move along and I won't remember your faces, hm?

[ The fact that he still sounds so cheerful should make it obvious, at least to Ai, how pissed he is. ]