Despite his protest, D was at least retaining some semblance of control, and he reached down to grab Nanashi's hand before she could work anymore than just his belt off, using his strength to try and force it up against the wall instead, even as he continued to drag sharp nails down the back of her dress.

A light growl greeted the teeth biting into his flesh, and D brought his other hand up, grabbing her head to press it back as much as he could; Left hand had sunk beneath the surface of his palm by this time, leaving it feeling only as if a hand.