Not a chance

"Pfff." Kiba guffawed just a little bit, still trying not to alert the other customers.

"Trying to mold your chakra, slut?" His smile could have rivaled Sasuke's in sadism. "Oh, go ahead, try it."

Naruko kept pressing her tenketsu for the chakra to flow properly, but only succeeded in starting a migraine.

"You can't, can you? Oh, that is such a shame..." Said Kiba in a faux musing tone.

"You know, the Inuzuka may not the strongest of clans, outclassed in both ninjutsu and genjutsu by plenty of others. But no one, and I do mean 'no one'." And here he approached Naruko to make eye contact, barely two inches from her face, and hot breath teasing her flushed cheeks. "Beats us when it comes to taming a bitch in heat."

Grinning from ear to ear, he explained further. "The moment I sensed you inside the store, my hands immediately formed the seals for my secret family technique. There's no fucking way I will leave here without getting what I want."

"And wha-what do you want?"

Impossibly, Kiba's grin broadened even further.