Sorry, Chiaki. Foster's self-restraint is hit or miss at the best of times. It's very, very rarely the best of times. His grip isn't terribly hard--it's just insistent.

But he's only got her by the arm, at least.

And he lets go a second or two after she answers.

"....no. No. Different." He distracted at first, but then leans forward hopefully, blue eyes bright.