One Direct Confrontation

'She's putting me into a tight spot.'

"What? Perhaps, you're retreating already without putting much of a fight, Elliot? You've been…" Her voice trailed off ever-so-slightly while her eyes drooped in a sultry manner as she caught the sight of the outfit he wore. "Very busy these days. I wonder."

Elliot clenched his teeth from Anasthasia's intimidating countenance; her smirk turned something he wanted to wipe off this instance, but he couldn't make much commotion, not when people are watching him take action.

"Must I do this, Tasha?" As he was not the one to give up, he gestured his hand while hinting at the last shot of fair warning. 

However, Anasthasia remained unperturbed for the matter. With the smirk that, to him, was hideous yet perceived as amusement to the rest would resort to humiliation if he had to make a fuss over it.