[There are claws around his neck there are claws around his neck!!! Where's the blunderers of the Yard when Holmes needs them?! ... Other world. Right.

His hands find the back of Asougi's(???) own, ready to try and pry those fingers looser if need be. Thankfully, the grip is still loose enough for him to actually speak. It would've been a cruel and awkward irony if he couldn't.]

Hold it, hold it! No need to- to lose your temper! If you truly wish to know, I'll... I'll tell you! But could you perhaps... let go?