[... oh, it is on now. It'd be a flat-out lie to say that Saionji's words don't make Yusuke angry - after all, it doesn't exactly take a lot of effort to make him mad in the first place, and when she starts in on him with the name-calling, it's pretty obvious by the way his eyes narrow and his jaw tightens that she's pissed him off (again) - but when he responds, it's... surprisingly less shouty than one might expect. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he sounds more than a little incensed, he'd probably sound rather calm himself - he doesn't raise his voice, doesn't speak too fast... he just speaks normally, as if the two of them were engaged in a conversation rather than a verbal slapping fight.]

That's nice, but what the hell're you gonna do about it? Send your dance ninjas out to deport me?

[He scoffs. Yep. Sure is a lot of snark happening here! With that out of the way, Yusuke straightens his shoulders and looks her in the eye.]

Look. I dunno who you think you are, but I can tell you straight up that a spoiled little rich girl like you's got no business telling anybody where or how they should live. D'you even know how to do anything without crying about it and bullshitting other people into feeling bad for you? Or is crying and bullshit and shit-talking all you got?

I might not be real "cultured" - hell, I don't pretend to be - but at least I can do more than blow hot air out of my ass. Until you prove you can do the same, I don't give a damn what you think about me. I know who I am, and I don't take criticism from yappy dumbasses who think that knowing some stupid fancy dance makes 'em all that. As far as I'm concerned, you don't have shit on me.