[He sneers at the question, trying to focus on it rather than Aoba's complete lack of recall of everything that happened inside there. His denial. He reaches out to grab the front of Aoba's shirt. Regardless of whether Aoba allows it or makes a fuss to tug it free, his eyes narrow, and his tone drops into one of sharp ice.]

Save your attempts to play dumb for more plausible scenarios like your Rhyme history. None of the others made it into Platinum Jail.

Who'd you think you'd be in there with? Your Allmate? Yourself?

[Noiz can't hold back some offense at the implication that Aoba doesn't know why he was there. He knows damn well (or should!) that he's not going anywhere till he gets his rematch, which means dealing with the big bad ahead of them together.]